lunchtime

by lunchtime everything has happened. and by 9pm nothing mattered at all. nothing happened nothing changed. the day after the first day change arrives its here and for a second it seems like it will stay forever and you'll cherish what is. until it leaves you once again. with only feelings, videos or pictures, sounds, smells. and what is. most of the time its what its not that ruins the most. its the second wave if you were to ask someone innocent they would say the first wave. but after you've lived you'll see the second just like how it was when it was born. but at las i know i am alone here. but its not all bad, we have many ways to cope. or you could just walk down the wrong path at the wrong time. tell yourself your not at fault. its okay and we can all forgive you. and thats pretty so i want to end there. but its fake it was build on sand out of sand so dont even try it you already know. its fighting back. dont take my words to mind or do, i cant stop you, nobody can. you will do what you want and it will only accept what you wish you had. it feeds off a dark memory or a dark corner in the basement of ur brain circa 2008 everyone is outside having fun but you are alone just like how it was before. the lack of communication and being only friends with who appear by force. i am sick.