I guess I won't write poetry
I'll just stare ate my phone for fucking eternity

The blank face of god
Your demon door
Your own personal sad machine

I rode my bike over the bridge

In a shoal of other cyclists
Like shimmering fish

The passing buses
Become enormous groaning whales
Maybe this human mess is not so bad
I put my despair on hold

Being 'Famous'
Is like being an anxious ghost
Scared to scare people
Wanting to slip through unseen
But somehow keep your shape
People scream whеn they see you
You are an apparition
A figment of your own imagination
Arе you?
Are you?
Am I?
Fuck I don't now