these are the most boring of days. i'm not gonna leave this place, just cover it up with millions of white little flowers so you're shoes can't feel it anymore. without sound. feelings on paper don't make poem. don't make sense either.minus one. plus one. same difference, really. nonsense all the time. don't make ant sense. anger as a driving force because it's more easily felt but less easily wanted. love. back around but still going in circles. different ones but the same ones. it's all the same. right now, atleast. jesus, i have no idea what else this is going to take. seeds just disperse every which way and trees grow too far away from each other to share their shade. i feel so dull and lifeless but i feel okay. i feel good. just not right now. i dont know myself. you don't either. we're all the same. i dont know how i'm supposed to brace myself for this. maybe i shouldn't even try. my name is madi. hungry eyes. always hungry. hungry, always. everyday things change. but basically things stay the same. forget about the reason. forget about the emotion. raragagaga. soon we will all be gone. need for thirst always comes from the need for hunger.