Numb

Dearest listener. I guess twenty-first century life is all about the good laughs and seeing things in perspective. Teenage hearts all over the world have always been troubled. That’s how poetry, blues, and punk got made. At five am I’m feeling comfortably numb, swaddled up with a blind date. I’m counting my scars. I see my friends doing the same. I’m writing my memoires at young age. What’s left for me? Another ghost lost in the stampede. I am an impatient boy but I wait and wait while everyone is moving and I am left to stay. They say I’m growing roots but I feel like rotting away. There should be so much more. And to think I almost had that in ink.