1/31 It Was So Dumb

Why do I even write these words?
If I will never take them to heart
Useless letters put together
To form a body of nothing
In them I find a solace
Unlike any other I have known
As a matter of fact
I am there and then, right here and now
From me to you or rather from me to me

In my solace I write empty words
They will be abandoned and humiliated
Because they have no legs
So so so so what now?
What is there left to say
Other than this already

Scrivener Bartleby, made me see
In the mist there exists
Some fragment of a frame
To play and to plunder

An ocean of LOL, G2G, OMG, MYOB
It kind of makes you wonder
But I would prefer not to

BRB