Krabby Patty

Krabby Patty

2:36 A.M.
Another wave of nausea
Exhaustion,
Boredom,
Restlessness,
Pointlessness
Missing friends,
Missing good times
I want them back
Or to recreate them,
But they won't be
Recreated
Won't be
Forced,
As easily as it falls
Into my lap,
When it does

Stream of consciousness
Is not usually
my preferred method,
But I don't feel
Methodical
Actively, I wish for
Randomosity,
Or variety,
Adventure,
Or experience,
Anything new
Anything to break
The monotony

Remind me why
I stopped hanging out
With you
Remind me why
We ever drifted
Away, apart

Seperate, new,
Is exciting,
What I always
Think I want,
But in my melancholy,
I unfailingly long for
Old
Familiar

Is this the way of
Life?
Will we always
Change in different
Ways?
Grow at different
Paces?
Is this dizziness
My inner ear?
Or my soul?
It's not goofy.

3:01
Interruptions
Don't seem to
Stunt
This line of reasoning

Stupid small talk
Between me
And the acquaintances
I now call
Friends
I can't open up

My soulmate
Is beautiful
But one man
Can only have so many
Conversations
So close together
Without becoming
Numb,
To meaning,
To feeling,
To intent

Love should not
blur
But I digress

I miss silliness
And serious talks
At times
The really bad times
Were the good times
Thoughts of
Masochism aside,
They brought us close
We knew whose side
We were on

And the truly
Happy times
Were the happiest

Why does my stomach
Feel so cold
And sad
And my heart feel
Warm,
Still sad,
But Loved,
Despite absence,
Caused by circumstance,
Or carelessness,
Or whatever there may be
Between us

I hope it
Goes away