Just A Talk Poem by Alex Angelov

Sad, sad thing.
Teenager...
Bad place to be in.
Time.
Place.
You get the point.
Or Not, but you will get it someday.
Maybe.
You are never in one place.
In your mind.
Which makes you change surroundings too.
Sometimes.
It's also because your mind is evolving and most of the brains of the people surrounding you are changing too.
Maybe.
Family is not always helping. It is maybe trying, but not quite sure how to.
Maybe.
You want attention. Which is not bad at all. Not attention whoring, but wanted to be loved.
Simple as that.
You do stuff to escape thinking about stuff too.
On point?

I'm not writing a poem

Sooooo.
Hm..
You probably get bored a lot.
And then the thinking comes in.
And you are probably holding it in a lot.
Probably.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Green
You dig that.
You also talk like that.
With words that are not always words.
Most of them are though.
And you are not following me.
You see?
Lots of places

You are?
What are you even?
Well you are
Cause you think a lot.
(get my pun)
(? ?)

(good) (^^)
Still not completely sure what you are though.
You are.
Not.
Sure.
And you want more of this
I know you do.
You want me to keep writing until i make many mistakes and you get bored of me and think he doesn't know me at all after all.
Though you don't want that to happen.
It'll get lonelier.
Than it already is.
Sad sad think.
I'll probably publish that as a poem, you know.
Though I never think of my writing as poems.
So not a poem. Just a writing.
On point?

Mistakes?

Maybe?
Какво сгафих
Hello?
Anyone on the other side?

Nah.
Enough for now.

(did you probably think that i wasn't right, but then thought well i guess that's how he sees that)
Just asking.

I guess.
And now you guess.