SCRAMBLED THOUGHTS.
Art : DELILAH.
By Sakuan.
SCRAMBLED THOUGHTS
What comes to mind when you think of your loved ones?
What is the best thing you’ve ever done for them?
Why do they matter more than everybody else in the world?
Can you justify your suffering?
The sun is hot as it can be.
The baby is crying, it needs attention, give it to it before I lose my temper.
The wife is crying, the husband is weeping, the family is in shambles.
I need a savior, don’t direct me to the guy who died at 33 years of age, I heard he walked on water or something like that.
The lake is freezing, and the fish adapt. You’ll survive.
The popcorn is popping, get ready to feast.
The car is running, out of gas, I think they say that kills the environment, little do they know that is inevitable, we are the doom of us, one way or another. You can’t run from fate, I guess we can slow down the rate at which we get there.
You scratch through your hair and a smoke of dandruff erupts.
You scratch my back I scratch yours, an eye for an eye.
Your money is low and so are you. You better grab a gun and rob a store, just one of the things scarcity can make a man do, or a woman, these days.
You kill for food and nobody cares. We all die someday.
One hundred and fifty years ago, the world was populated, crazy to think of the billions of people who were alive then, not a single person who existed then is alive today, it’s like the world was wiped clean.
You destroy your life because of silly little things. Play silly games and win silly prizes.
That is a cool jacket you got there, where did you get them from, I like your sense of style, that always boosts my ego. I always try my best not to get carried away by those praises, they can be your demise.
I want to help you but my day is just as bad as yours is.
I will sing for you as long as you give me what I want, your love and attention.
Give me all the money in the world and I’ll show you what I can do.
I play imaginary drums in my head, all I do is party all the time like Eddie Murphy.
She gave me her number, I called it and a receptionist at a pizza place picked up, she deceived me, on the outside, it is funny, on the inside it’s a tragedy.
I like her but I can’t tell her because I don’t know what to do if she likes me back. Somehow I never plan that far ahead. We’ve been rejected so many times that we don’t know how to act when we are accepted, and the vice versa is also true.
There are so many women in the world, there are so many men in the world, how come you find it hard to spot the one for you?
The business is booming but the money is still low, time to pull something out of that hat.
The parachute didn’t open, R.I.P
I love you.
Do you love me back?
I want to be there every morning when you wake up.
What I am writing right now doesn’t make sense, it’s all that comes to mind. These are nothing but my scrambled thoughts.
Sometimes not thinking and just doing is fun, but you want to be careful with that.
A timber just fell on uncle’s head, R.I.P
The day is young let’s go to work and work for them, they get richer and richer, but what do we get out of it? We get to survive in this cruel world. It is a beautiful world too, I am glad I had the opportunity to experience it, all the bad and the good, you can’t pick and choose, the game is the game.
Not thinking is still thinking because you thinking of not thinking is you thinking of not thinking, there is no way around your brain, even when you sleep it’s still working, you dream right?
By Sakuan.
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