
r/cosmicmessenger

Look at that
There are shadows in the evening.
There are some different signs but noone want to see that.
It's me and you that are here and look at that..
Only me and you.
Ghosts Driving Meat Marionettes Hurdling Through Space at 66,000 Miles an Hour
Ghosts Driving Meat Marionettes Hurdling Through Space at 66,000 Miles an Hour
I am sorry.
I am sorry about the way I chase you.
I am sorry about the way I chase you away.
All I really need is for you to stay.
I’m sorry.
I’m given to manic fits of sorrowful maudlin display.
Crying jags that last
and last
and last.
Yes I know.
Yes I know that you don’t need me.
Yes I know that I’m not fun.
Yes I know my pretty face is going to hell
I keep the lights on
That is in hope of your return.
No you don’t
No you don’t know me.
No we have never met.
No I’m not your person
Maybe I am
Maybe I am all that’s left.
I ask my only friend if god has left me
I ask if god has left me behind to clean up the mess.
She replies
She replies with tears in her eyes
She replies that I shouldn’t get so upset.
I am sorry
I am sorry that a I’m not anywhere near what I want
I am sorry for you.
Yes I know that you don’t blame me.
Yes I know that someone should.
I will wear your clothes.
I will steal your socks.
I will tie my hair up in long curly locks. Just don’t leave me
Not here
Not now.
I can’t continue at this pace
It leads to disaster
I am
I am destined
I am destiny’s unfunny joke
You would starve
You would starve the sacred cow.
Let us not
Let us not argue
Let us not show our fangs.
Let us lay next to each other once more
As we hurdle through space.
For LL
Old world waterdrops
To my beloved Father, I call this one Old world waterdrops. Rest in peace.
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Wake up 08:00, toasties and kókó.
Get ready, work today, for me was play.
Truck all day, and get good pay.
Dear beloved Father,
I miss you every day.
Come home, overtime work, turn on the tube, six o clock, background news.
Boiled cod, potatoes, and booze.
as a kid, I hated those.
Fisherman by heart, trucker as a hobby.
Back door open, no one robbing.
If I could pour for you, just right now.
I'd hide the vodka.
Pour us some proper, 25 year old Glenfiddich Scotch.
No ice, fine glas, two tears fall down.
Waterdrops.
Rest in peace, papa 🌹