I didn’t mean to ramble…my streams of consciousness

let it all out don’t hold anything in like your vomiting again and you had too much to drink so your thoughts can’t stay in so you speak and people tell you to be quiet you just keep going hoping somebody will listen and ask you to repeat it so when you take the stage and they ask for your name you say forget it it’s not important i can only hope they will listen and sacrifice like i have but most likely they won’t even question anyone like i have they will live their lives like they have and not pay any attention to what might have happened off the court and off the papers only looking for what they see with eyes that are wearing glasses painted with money and so i just decided to let the bomb go clear the room and start a new show this is a new beginning extraterrestrial and i am an alien and we are taking over this is the end independence day for a new generation bring the martian saviors and open the doors to your salvation we are mining the earth for ore and bringing it back to god’s station refining the metals into angelic bodies glistening in the light of the sun what a beautiful sensation

#NaPoWriMo Day 25: Love the thought of love

every night it gets a little harder
reminiscing on the times when it was better
easier to get through and calling you
was always fun to do
instead of empty nights
we filled the room with heart
I…lost my train of thought
where do I start