I Want You

I want you to picture me overeating and gaining weight rapidly.

I want you to imagine I Smell like bullshit and I don’t try to mask it with pleasantries.

Dream about my life, a life of wasted potential. I am wallowing in a bottomless pit of sadness.

I want you to wish hard that I’m crying and my heart pines for yours.

I want you to believe your actions were inconsequential, but spot on.

Attention

Up! Two, three, four – Where the fuck is your girlfriend?

Why do your tears clog my drains?

What happened this time?

Where did you say you were again? Ah! Yes, you were floating away on cloud 9.

Bitch better get off my back.

Release my fucking hope! Stop clinging onto to me like the worthless piece of fucking shit you are.

One! Two, three four – Where the fuck is your lifeline?

Fall off my fucking boat! – Stop shouting for help and crying for the Captain.

Up! Two, three, four – Unique is not here no more.

Five, six, seven, eight – Unique is strong, and Crow is great.

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve – Crow made me happy, and I no longer dwell.

Mason Knows

He saw who lit a match between their beak while standing near your soundproof walls.

I sort of spoke. But then wondered why? You wouldn’t have heard me anyway.

I remember someone saying, ‘the night is young.’

We all remember it lasted for days.

About Earlier

📸: Taken by Crow

About Earlier

I went for a run.

Crow stayed near our home.

I went for a scan and was asked to return next week. Apparently, my bladder was not full.

I walked, and I walked, embracing the quieter roads and sounds of nature.

I bought mushrooms, broccoli, onions and rice.

I returned home and baked a banana loaf.

I sniffed the tulips, that rest upon the coffee table. I hate coffee.

Crow snuggled up in the corner of the window, the sunlight making his sapphire blue eyes sparkle like the crystals next to him.

We’re both introverts.

We’re both thriving.

We’re both happy.

Tomorrow, I will continue to read The Dolls Alphabet, and Crow will interrupt every three minutes. I like number three.

Now we sleep.

Rat

I hate em’ I hate em’ all.

I’m not your Therapist.

I’m not your mole.

I hate the fact that you drag on my fuckin’ tits!

Fuck off.

Leave me the fuck alone.

I love your hairy belly, but I fuckin’ hate you.

I want you out of my head.

Out of my phone!

My life.

Think twice; think twice.

Under the Rock

From Under the Rock

Intuitively, I’ve thought about people who I no longer associate with. They’ve crossed my mind lately, as I was the one that cut them off and walked away.

This decision ranges across a variety of different events/scenarios; however, the reason remains the same, ‘I’m responsible for my happiness.’

Please note: I hold no remorse over the above, for I am happier and more relaxed. *Yes, I closed friendships where I believed at the time; it was one that will remain forever. I’m sure it’s common for many of us to think of those that no longer exist within our lives. I know factually that I’m not the only one. Some of the objects that were strong connections to those people, I’ve discarded; I don’t like to keep negative energy sources around me.

Why? You may ask. Or you may assume I’m a selfish person? Either way, your opinion on my choices bare no attention from me. However, I will construct a form of an answer?

People who are overly negative, inherently toxic, stagnant or outright duplicitous, I remove myself from their lives. – I don’t have the energy to be mystified with negativity on the continuous rotating ring of hell.

I wish Rona aka COVID-19 would fuck right off, but I must point out the insight they have given to me. I hear from those who genuinely care for me in this weird time.

Those that don’t care, I won’t ever hear from, but neither will you.

The cockroaches and cretin from under the rocks are coming out in full force. ‘Hey Unique, long time no see! How are you? You crossed my mind today.’

It’s beautiful how our minds work, we are all the same, yet we are all intricately different. Only, we are linked in ways we are still learning.

Questions form as I ignore the calls.

Delete the messages.

Spam the e-mails.

‘Do you miss me, really?’

‘Is this the social version of the last supper?’

In this life, I keep repeating the above actions.

In that alternate universe, I pour lava over the rocks that rumble and Crow sings a sweet song.