Lethargy. Effigy. Intimacy.

That title is too good not to write a blog for.


The more I see, the less I know, the more I like to let it go. (Hey-oh).


forlorn |fərˈlôrn; fôr-|adjective1 pitifully sad and abandoned or lonely : forlorn figures at bus stops.2 (of an aim or endeavor) unlikely to succeed or be fulfilled; hopeless : a forlorn attempt to escape.

Sometimes when I am driving my car

I will think of something funny

And laugh louder than I normally would

Because I feel that since I am alone

And theres no one there to judge me

It doesn’t matter

However,

I still think that sometimes people see me

From their yard, or in the car

And think that I am absurd.

I ruined my eyesight when I was young

Because I read to many books

If I could go back in time to change it

I’d have only done it sooner.

At some point in my life

I woke up and understood

That women were no longer

Just a pair of lips and tits.

That I’d wasted my time,

When I should have been searching

For the woman who looked exactly

Like my sons and daughters.

When you're young

you don't care about your sanity

It's all just childishness

and fantasy.

Some may say:

"you still live in fantasy"

but they're just jealous

because they can't live in my castle.

Someone far wiser than me once said: 

Haiku are awesome

But sometimes they don't make sense.

Refrigerator. 

Now, two of my favorite haiku's i've done. Haiku may be one of my favorite writing venues.

Love blazing aflame,

Yet still affectionate for

Gentle loneliness.

Naked on the grass,

Blind eyes that long to see...

Rain, rain on my head.

I'm done copy/pasting for now. None of this was all that spontaneous. So sue me, I can't blog about my current thoughts every single time.