Empty words.

I cannot hear
sweet prospects
devoid of any fruition
anymore.

At least while
I still have the mentality
that every insight
to my soul
I offer,
is
so
brutally
sincere.


If I didn't care so much,
I wouldn't care.

Priorities.

Honestly,
what is it going to take?

Even though
I have giant,
looming,
"adult"
issues knocking on my
doorstep (ironically).

All,
and literally all,
I can think about
is how badly I want
to just fall asleep
next to someone.

Park. Drop. Sleep. Dream.

I don't want anymore
"You're one of my best friends".

An id(iot)ea

Idiot savants
lack the brain capacity
for normal,
"normal"
human functions.
Walking.
Speech.
Reading.
Relationships.
However,
the areas of the brain
which remain unoccupied by these functions,
become almost superhumanly attune
with other outlets.
Music.
Painting.
Facts.
To compensate for the
"empty space"
left in the brain.

So, I purpose,
"learned savant".
One who functions near normally,
but remains severely malfunctioned
in only one aspect of
normal
human
behavior,
and as a result-
excels in a more obscure
human personality aspect.


Maybe that's why I'm funny.

Right.

I haven't even been inspired
to write since March.

Who knew
that one set of blue eyes
could destroy me so much.