Dot Dot Dot.

So time goes by,
silence,
knowing,
feeling,
thinking about the most irrelevant things,
having nothing to say,
yet it isn't awkward,
it feels,
comfortable,
as if,
it has been
like this all this while.

a little,
surreal.
and a little unrealistic,
how people can be one way,
and in the next minute,
totally different.

what happened to the person,
who would have so much in common with me,
and rant pathetic nothings
just because
we trusted each other.
where is the person
who would make
the most noise,
on the littlest thing.
where was the person,
who never fails to make me laugh,
the person who would just
dance,
and sing out of no where,
so maybe,
we're tired.

so we'll be quiet,
we'll talk about same things over again,
and i'll ponder what's going on
in that neon pink brain of yours.
and i'll enjoy it,
and wonder if you do to,
while you sit there,
talking to yourself.

"talk to me when you have a nice skin colour, coloured man."
-tofu butt