Superficially Yours

I don't know you, you may know me, you may know my shell, my inner self has long fled this war, he is somewhere in a neutral land sipping a hot chocolate and laughing at the shell he left behind, yes you know the shell, and you know it all.

we don't go that deep, I am a superficial person, I am shallow, I can assure you no one will sink in me, I am that kind of a person, a shallow one, and when I'm gone they bury me superficialy and I'll be the superficial dust that the wind brushes against your face, yes I am that shallow.

You notice me, and that's so gracious of you, but you will forget and that sucks, but it's ok as I have forgotten too, and much of me has lost the other much of me, and so someday, good things in my life decided it was to be otherwise and left me for the better life they deserved, and the bad parts of life were left behind, not that they wanted to be with me, they had to, you know they weren't the travelling type, and so I nag all the time about how shitty life is, and they nod, and nag along.

so that's life I say, and it's ok. Now I dry pomegrants, and keep them, and dry among them and they keep me, I am practically one of them now...