My day

I don't intend to write the poems you know. I just want to share my day like a normallll personnnn but that's what comes out. The problem is I started running again and everyone knows when I start running, my belief of being a being of godly descendant increases. See, I'm already talking nonsense.

I wanted to let you know I'm smiling at strangers and speaking first!! I'm becoming the random event that I seek to occur within life. Fear my presence, our silence in close proximity is abnormal.

Most people I speak to can't even formulate a proper response since we've become so isolated. Just a whole lot of sounds and quick head turns. Some just stare not even believing I'm talking to them.

This low-level chaos brings my joy. I see people gardening all the time. I want to ask one of them if I can help.

I am the one who plants the seeds.