Hana's Weird World

I deleted my Facebook because I don’t really need it

I deleted my Facebook account because I don’t need the internet to socialize with the people around me

I deleted my Facebook because I want to meet people in real life so I can compliment them on their perfume choice and shake their hand like a strongman from a circus

I deleted my Facebook so I can finally see who really cares about me

Cobain, oh Cobain

The hero of my adolescence that didn’t get me a job

Nothing but a mere glimpse of America’s past

Nothing more but the works of a suffering artist

But then again,

Which artist doesn’t suffer?

“Artist must be beautiful.”

No

I like words.

I like long words, I like short words. 

I like words that remind me of something great that happened to me in the past

I like words that criticize me, but those never last

I like words in every language and one might find me strange

Hana, oh Hana

You might be deranged. 

Maybe that’s why you study English

You’ll get that degree 

I know you’re vegan

I see it coming closer now I see it very clear The tree,  

              the spring, 

                                       the history,  

the spirits that are 

                                  there

what’s a conservative chicken called?

my ghost phase