it all seemed to make sense... once

my mind so full of questions,
but most answers still unkown.
often I am silent,
and do the things I had postponed.

'cause I realize my missteps,
all the things I should have done.
mostly during summer,
avoid the barrel of the gun.


yeah. that's what summer does to me. well, not exactly of course but I like to keep my poems light and eh.. vague.. I enjoy vagueness, mysteries. Yes, nebulosity. don't you think it's just.. awesome? I mean, no one really "gets" what you're trying to say, but that way nothing will ever sound like an insult or anything because hey, it was vague, so don't blame me right?

well anyways, I do realize that this poem-thingy-thing has absolutely no special value or anything but I just felt like writing something and tadam, there it was. A stupid poem about.. well... vagueness.
but I guess that's kind of my thing now isn't it, being vague. like I said, I think it's fun. not only because no one really understands your words, but also because I actually have no clue myself! sometimes I just say stuff and later on start thinking about it.. like,, what the hell was that all about? what was I thinking?

yeah, I'm so vague, that I get lost in my own words sometimes. isn't that just... weird and vague? and totally nebulous? oh now that I think about it, nebulosity is such an awesome word isn't it?
nebulosity.
ne-bu-lo-si-ty.

- oh god, that shit has "nebulous" written all over it
- well that's just.. too nebulous. get yourself a hobby, dude.
- that was nebulous on so many levels.

well that's it,.
you see, I did it again. you're thinking things like.. well that's 2 minutes of my life I'll never see again.. or.. well, I don't get you, you're kind of "nebulous and vague" if you ask me. or maybe you're looking up the word "nebulous" rightnow. (could be)


spread the nebulosity, we all need it (sometimes). <3