Sweet incense of all of my garbage thnking.
Enamored the love of my writing,
have sweet joys of a pencil,
. . from and to a pen guided by my own sheer raw non-sense of fruitful mind.
In which babbling, gibberish and yes shit predictive setting of devices ;
permeated all of my works.
I would visit those times and see to it,
and preserve my naive mind,
time and memory.
I am to have that which and not bother to improve.
Only a reminder that I am not human.
I am a loving monster and a minion of Elpis.
“I am the way, wanna follow. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride. Nonetheless It is good one. Come with.”
Looks over to me,
“Did I ever tell you; youremind me of some one I used to know had a good soul. Cheer up bruh. Potential is one thing, it’s how you apply and live with it.”