jupitersterrain four

the love of my life 

3.51am , misc notes /draft 


how could i forget 

I wrote all that and nobody noticed
it was plastered all over the walls 
at home am i that insignificant ? 

how are they so blind 

I seem to just be invisible transparent 
people look right through me 
at whats behind ... 

I snapped like a twig
devoid of substance 

he took my stuffing 
and nobody cared
nobody cares not even 
one person noticed 

even my aunt Lola belle 
who's an astrologer you know ... 

looks clueless

something brittle inside ... irreparable ... 


gone