....and sometimes, sage

Descriptions, depictions, … self-induced afflictions
An endless search for self enlightenment
Youthful and tautological,
falling, down, down into the veritable rabbit hole...
Stolen words to fill the silence, seems everyone else is saying exactly what I’m thinking
Giving articulation to my own block and so, words, I steal.
Stolen, something old, something new, something borrowed, feeling so, so blue.

she's immediately likeable for her color
contagious, dynamic, absolute essence of fun…
haunting, haunted, stirring

…and, sometimes sage

A stolen description, depiction. Chopped, taken, sampled, if you will. A mashup

Hell, just call me hip.

Leaving it up to you.
Find me, seek me. Hiding in this world, just waiting to be found.

Tellmeallthosethingsineedtobelievesaysomethingtosurprisemefindmesaysomethingnewboredomboresmeandi’malwaysboredsoiguessthatmakesmeboring

Don’t mind me. I’m spiraling.

All of you, so transparent, provoking, faking

Throwing stones, the hypocrisy reflected in the lack of self reflection. Laugh at them, but, careful, you're just laughing at your own desires. Everything you're not, everything you are. Unwittingly, admittedly, but true. So transparently provoking, and so now I’m Revoking. Revolting. No, you’re revolting. Ick.
leaves me lifeless.
Your self-indulgence is oh so terribly common
and I wonder when I’ll be provoked to believe
in hope again.

Empty words on an empty podium. What's left to believe in? Bombs over Baghdad, didn't end there, hasn't ended there, still, how terrifying self-involved I've remained. I still want a pony.
Though I'm in good company.
Too busy noticing themselves to notice you.
Laugh out loud, yell to be heard, all the time hiding away what it is that is

Everything you don’t see is everything I wish you would.... isn't it complicated ... and, sometimes sage?