Upon a walk
I came across flowers of exceptional beauty
but they were not the flowers of yesterday

She’s a good one. She played her part, even in my dying breaths. Before I take over, remember this, my story does not end sadly. 

There’s only one consciousness I remember, the other ones are just lapses in memory. All inconveniences aside, they look out for the body they’re in, and so do I. What I want is not that the other personalities go away, I have evidence that they’re actually great people, but rather to get to know them. I tried to contact them through leaving messages, but they do not communicate back. A wall.

I see her on a balcony with someone else I know. They are having dinner and enjoying it. I can only watch from afar, knowing that I have lost her. I desperately want to ask her something, but can’t muster up the courage to do so.

The final act is where I see the two other me’s, and we finally recognize each other. Men with guns surround her and two of the other people. I can no longer watch. I show myself to her, and she sees me. I jump from the top, screaming. The men see me and open fire, the other me is being fired at too, and jumps off the second story ledge to join me. I can’t feel any bullets hit me, I am not sure why. We land on the third me, lying down on a metal grating. I see the men with guns unload their clips, first hand. She is with them, but not by choice.

I pan out and view this slowly from third person. 

I don't know how to delete posts. I am blogspot illiterate. Here's a haiku for this:

Illiteracy.

You show me that it's not you,

it is me. Screw you.

Another one for my diarrhea I've been having today:

Oh diarrhea

You keep giving and giving

DIU LE LO MO, FOOL

I COPIED THIS FROM SOMEWHERE BUT THOUGHT IT WAS GOOD

"In an attempt to get people to look into each other's eyes more, the government has decided to allot each person exactly 167 words per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In a restaurant, I point to chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night I call my long distance lover and proudly say: I only used 59 words today, saved the rest for you. When she doesn't respond, I know she used up all words. So I slowly whisper "I love you" thirty-two and a third more times. After that we just stay on the line listening to each other breathe."

If nobody sees you when you breath, are you really alive?

On Catching Words

There was a man who talked and talked until he had no more words to say. Because of this, he talked more, but said nothing. He did not know the secret to having words to say. The man, like everybody else, had two implements, one on either side of his head, with which to catch words, so that they could later be used. Yet he did not use them.

Soon, everybody started to have no more words to say. As a result, they all talked more, but said nothing. The words that were once said drifted away, off into the distance, and were lost. Nobody had any words left, because nobody had bothered to catch the ones that were said.

Timber

I walked through the forest and came upon a fallen tree. It appeared recent, maybe even last night.

I knew it was dead, as did all the other trees. Maybe that's why they didn't move to help their fallen friend.