I don't have much to offer. I see those with their father and mother, and yet they look so.. bothered. I, am no gypsy who can predict the future, or can see their past, I know that, but I know that the saddened can connect with each other. We don't have to say a word and almost instantly we know one and other. I can see even though the people can have a full family, they can but shut out by them. They will act happily, but it isn't genuine. This is only at times though, they will try to pretend to be happy. In the end, they just mope around take their heroine, and do nothing about it except sit still, cut their wrists or take their handful of pills. This is what bothers me. I am no gypsy who can predict the future, or can see anyone's past. No, rather, I am just a poet, who thinks too fast. Though, I can take one look into this vast, barren wasteland you all call our world, and say how foolish we are, just lying there curled. We cry about things that are so insignificant to the entirety of the world, but yet we do nothing to let our fists unfurl. We need to do something I dunno if anyone is gonna read to the end so.. hi and bye bye