i am here
looking at something i know about

i am not surprised
how it works is something i know

i am not surprised about what it can’t do
i am not surprised by what others think of it

i am not there to see how others use it
i am sure nobody uses it in any other way than i do

others use it in some more ways
they write stories that reach me about other uses

i am surprised they could do that too



I hate smoking— 29ish in wishful living, I fiend enmity, grab a protagonist as some overwear — my nerves in the brain working overtime.

I am made to feel ashamed and helped by society.

My mother reminds me with love I have to wake to meaning, targetly to society — or a deteriorated state presently will go towards a non-admitted sigil incapable of feeding hunger and feeling anything more.