#empotion

I am a nostalgic human:

I'll love you pure In the pasts yet to be, And, in the present Tinged by the bitterness Of a losing you, Inevitably.

Dough- money that we can eat

Rey- sunlight that expels heat

Me- myself whom I often treat

Far- a distance where cheaters often meet

So- what readers are saying while reading this

La- a French term for a female gist

Tea- a passé drink that’s better green

Back to dough: from pizza to biscuits and everything in bee tweeen

why are there killings.

why are people murdering others.

why do they do it.

what comes of it.

why does it happen.

how is it going to stop.

when will it end.

alive: "why do i exist"?

passed: "why don't i exist"?

in the past, some of us spent our lives ubiquitous in helping others...

we offered our services to family, friends, et al...

we felt it our calling for aiding the needs and

situations lurking in the human element of

our world...

despite that, some people we assisted tended to

believe they did reign in superiority and intelligence...

despite any need they may have had, they felt

supreme in their venture of life...

so, for anyone who ever thought we would not

amount to anything...

just look at us now...

I am who I think I (may-be)

(may-be) I am not who I think

I think I am who I think

I think I am who I (may-be)

or

(may-be) I am not who I think

who do I think I am?

I am who I am...am I?

(may-be) I think more than I should...

should I think?

...I think not

...there I go thinking again