disregard the following

i never understood my brain’s happy feet. the constant tap dancing. at least remove the shoes. i don’t care for the ruckus. i hear the clanking of the metal toes, and the harsh clonking of the heels. that’s great. i can hear it. was there ever a doubt?

i wish it would shut up from time to time. what’s the big deal? why must it concern itself with my attention of all things? i’m sure there are better methods to attain affection. at the very least, there should be more effective ones. why does it want me? what is the appeal?

i can’t cover myself in toxic rain because the clouds don’t sing these days. all i hear are their wails. i couldn’t care less about their pain. they should save their breath and my time. it isn’t worth it. i wonder why my brain feels differently.

what’s the moon got to do with the frantic slices of the end? probably nothing, but i can’t help but attribute it all to the block of cheese, itself. it’s not that there’s anything wrong with having a few craters, i just can’t be bothered to care. i wonder why my brain feels differently.

i’m not in the mood to dance with the seagulls buried in mud. it’s not like they can fly now. why should i care? i wonder why my brain feels differently.

the growing pool of garbage no one wishes to touch is all that silences my head but never my brain. what’s the difference? how can i be so silent yet so loud? shut up. i wish to shut up. if it insists on these constant annoyances i will be forced to grow the pool of garbage until there is no more garbage in the can. what is not understood? does it wish to take a dive into the pool? well shit, go ahead. take a dive into the floods of hatred and disgust. that’s where i’d end up anyway. might as well join me. i don’t care for the normal pleasantries, but i’m not abnormal. i’m not the pressing issue. please look the other way. do not concern yourself with this or me. do not care about me.

i wonder why my brain feels differently.