this is my writings
i miss my chair
i have always thought to myself
its always better to be paranoid than dead
i dont like to vocalize this for fear of, well everything
so i look around, being careful not to go too fast and get dizzy
all i see is the normal stuff but a concerning lack of a desk chair
now how can one have a consequential conversation with oneself
knowing that small piece of information
yes the chair is that important
it was always so open-minded in a way that made me feel comforted
or maybe i was just comfortable
that was a nice chair
these things deserve to be treated like a queen
or the throne of a queen at least
now if you cant take me serious then you can just go die in a corner
with you pants down
now that makes me laugh
which is good
i resent having to be serious all the time
listen...a chair needs adoration and worship too
and not just during the wooing stage
just some soft pillows, low lighting, and cool temperature
the problem then becomes the wheels dont role well
keeps her from running away
yes i named my chair
honeycomb
i guess i am letting you see some of my secret dorky side
like watching figure skating
althought i would have to admit
i do watch it for all the wrong reasons
but i'll drop that for now
she watches sports for all the wrong reasons
but i digress
the truth is at hand
she is gone
what should be is just a bunch of lies
i will move on
i will survive
but i do miss my chair
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