Far Away

I don't know what's wrong with me,

But I have nothing to say,

On here, Facebook, Twitter, not even to actual people.

Usually, I've got a plethora of things to spew out,

And my lack of though-making processes is driving me to the brink of insanity.

I don't know what this wordlessness is, but I want it to stop.

I can't think of anything.

Lies, yes, I can think of stuff,

Like how to write essays and solve matrices problems,

But I can't think of anything important.

Anything substantial.

What I do know, as of now-

There were natural disasters in Indonesia this week, many people were effected. I hope they receive help.

A cuckold is an old guy that marries a young girl who cheats on him, he is scorned and mocked.

I abuse commas.

It's chilly outside.

You're cute when you stutter and stammer and wrestle with your thoughts.

I know that much,

Right?

2 + 2 = 4

I know that, too.

But so far as intelligence goes,

I have nothing.

What is happening to me, oh dear god,

What'll go next?

ADBFUNPIM

...

I feel like a rant about him is necessary right now.

But there are so many things I could say that would be either revealing or creepy.

So I won't.

Other than yes,

He's cute when he stutters,

And I like him.

And what sort of nonsense is that?

A whole lot of nonsense, that's what sort.

And you know how when you like someone more than you should?

And you get a sort of tunnel vision, where all you see is them?

And you can only ever think about yourself being that person, and that person only?

But you know it can't be, yet you continue to ignore your logical mind and follow your heart

To what you know will be your own demise.

Ever have that feeling?

I'm sure you have.

Story of my life,

Actually.

Why did I ever, ever have to meet him?

Ever have to speak with him?

And now, why do I do it by choice?

Why? Because I'm just too obsessed.

BUT.

I know I've separated my feelings from him from my feelings about poetry.

I know this,

And it's a good thing.

But this Shakespeare-bashing, silly-clumsy sort of guy is just too much for me.

Argh.

Goodbye, goodnight, and farewell.

Yeah,

I love you.