Again, some more bad poetry:
Snow falls and the landscape transforms
This city street is now an oasis of serenity
My eyes are transfixed on nature’s beauty
I should really get back to putting out this house fire. Back to the screams.
Why are we here? What’s the purpose of life?
What happens when I die? Is there a heaven?
I guess there could be, so I better untie this family.
I feel that I am here
I know that I am here, part of the universe.
But if no one else notices, do I truly exist?
Wait, that guy is waving at me.
“Hello!!! ” , my voice rings out, asserting my place in reality.
Nope, he was waving at someone else. Awkward.
Time to leave Jimmy John’s.
She looks so sad.
I don’t know what to say.
I’m worried about her.
She just can’t seem to smile since the funeral.
She sits on the couch and cries.
She lifts her head and looks at me.
Oh crap, she sees me! Sees me hiding in the bushes!
She seems so upset.
I want to hug her,
But I think it’s best if I just pull up my pants and leave.