randomness strung together

blueintheface

i wish i was a rainbow.
bending somewhere between 40 and 42 degrees.
thats some hell of security
and everyone would love the sight of me.

i fear my stream of conciousness will stop one day.
i'll be damned (pun extremely intended).
i laugh too much, and its fake.
i'm fake but never wanting to be real

let my mumbles and laughs and listening
show i really do care about you
sometimes i just dont have anything to say
wait. no. i have a million questions to ask you
im just afraid.

my, randomness? of punctuation
should go along with this piece nicely
you know, form equals content, right?

i have realized i will turn out like my dad.
havent figured out if thats good or bad yet.

i used to be deep. i lost that.
havent figured out if thats good or bad yet.

if you're still reading this. i dont know why.
i am random, this just provided a canvas
to paint my excess thoughts that i dont need to still have.