There's

There's
None to eat in the fridge.
None to drink for tonight.
There's a glass of water.
Which is Lukewarm.
Very lukewarm.
I gulped it down.
Although my thirst is fulfilled
My heart is still empty.

There's
Nowhere to breathe.
Nowhere to be packed in
People may be laughing
But I can't see.

There's me, though
There's no me at the same time.

Once I drift myself into the unconsciouness,
I start to wander around the world;
And I call it an adventure.

There's
Someone in there
No face that I know of;
But I like them.
I like them a lot.

There's
No language between us.
No sound though we speak,
Speak of the things that we can't really hear.

This is my habit to talk to my spooks.
Hello my spooks,

There's something I have to tell you.
I would like to apologize.


I'm sorry for that I exist.