New Beginnings?

I don’t believe we can become some one just because we are bonded in a living cell. We are just made by mind and waves. A soul, So why the talk? And why the hate?

We talk through our minds everyday.

Remember.. it is always important;

but then we start communicating with our lads. Or maybe a person who is not really a friend?

You know.?

That big freaky friend who looks like a big broccoli from far behind,

but in reality can be such a woman from close on. I say woman because we talk and don’t know how to stop.

Well that’s how the broccoli can be... For example I am the kid and “it” is the yucky vegetable.

Spreading Its greens and spits, while I just want to throw the plate to the floor and scream because I’d rather have chicken nuggets.

How more expressive can I be, I can’t be satisfied when my 5 year old inner me is raging. I’m famished

How can I laugh and enjoy the peace when the curly mess is tangled up. And never the kind where you can untangle it easily. The kind where you would have to cut it or pull it. Hurts either way. The kind of pain where it won’t realize it’s words because of all the saliva and walrus sounds it makes.

It was a time of grieve but the ears were open.

Breath was the only sound. Which grew into screams. So now there’s a crowd yelling at me.

Knowing that it could of been stored away.

“Oh I hate you smelly bean, yes the both of you.”

You were a bean I could trust, but now my dislike has grown into a ball. You stupid bean.

But you and that broccoli come from the same place.. you taste different but you make me use the bathroom the same. So there you are floating in the water.

Let me just flush you away..

let me take all the stress away..very therapeutic Let it flutter.

Because new beginnings is mostly shitting and releasing.

Just know... It was just a pea. But a pea related to a bean and a yucky broccoli to be trusted.