People

"What did they do in the old days when they felt askew?"

I like this song, "People".

Again, I'm not quite sure why I'm here.

I'm an impulse blogger, I guess.

I am about to just spit drivel at you all.

That there, was a use of my english vocabulary.

Was my action meritorious or unctuous?

Is it both?

We may never know.

I just mistook the cereal I'm eating for a different kind of cereal.

How silly of me.

And I apologize for offending my bowl of Frosted Flakes.

It's obvious they aren't Special K.

That's like mistaking The Beatles for Justin Bieber.

It just doesn't happen.

Alas.

I am just stalling.

I am here for no other purpose.

Than to procrastinate.

Do you find it odd,

That I write in stanzas?

I find it weird,

It just happens.

No conscious effort.

No awareness of what I'm doing.

My mind just defaults to this.

Poetry-type, stanza-filled thing, here.

And I know that people write books in this way,

Not just poetry.

But you can't write essays, emails, or papers for school

In stanzas.

Nobody would understand,

And ultimately

I would fail.

Essays are written in paragraphs.

But what are stanzas, but

Condensed versions of paragraphs.

A line break separates thoughts.

And I know that's what punctuation is for.

But isn't a line break more prominent?

It gives you time to think.

Completely breaks off a thought.

Gives you a breath.

I like stanzas more than any other way

Of clumping words together.

I enjoy how they look.

They're pleasing.

Eh, I'd better stop.

I have things to do.

Things that must get done.

I bid thee adieu.

And for today, I will sappily say:

I love you.