Thoughts

How intense can thoughts be?

If I see a window,

it might remind me,

of how fragile we are:

If we jump

and end

our irrelevant lives,

on universal scope,

we don't matter.

Some think we do.

But we don't.

 

 

It makes me sad.

Flaws

Flaws are nothingness

Empty somethings.

Things we lack,

and things we do.

 

Your half is not,

bothered by your flaws.

Because they're uncompatibile.

 

If your something

accents their nothingness,

then it's vexing.

My grandfather

My grandfather likes to tell stories.

And we, as the youth does,

like to listen.

 

The thing is,

my grandfather,

is hard to understand.

 

And so we,

not to insult him,

just nod and laugh,

if we don't understand.

 

Sometimes I imagine,

what it's like.

 

Around you,

people just nodding and smiling,

without understanding.

 

To be listened to,

but be unheard.

 

My grandfather is happy,

however,

for he doesn't know.