O Jerko Malignio Ingenuo

[About what goes on in the mind of a.. well.. a jerk i guess]

We walk. 

My thoughts drift away from you as i pace myself to coincide with your steps. 

Cars. maybe. or tattoos.

I believe i do not know if i believe in the certainty of what i do not or even may feel for.. 

You or anyone else.

Today. well.. tomorrow we'll do something different. 

I'll love you more (or less the same).

Wheels.

I give rides with a certain occasion just to prove myself i do not want to take rides. 

But then again i have to have a continuous race with myself to know i still can. 

And only that way i know i do not need to do whatever it is i do. 

You haven't been what you used to be. 

It seems u love me more and it's, well.. 

I don't care what it is.

Where are you going? 

I seem to not ask myself if it matters.. just do it. run in the woods. 

Well maybe not run but hop. 

Yes, i love it when you hop. 

You or anyone else for that matter. but not like it does. 

It doesn't matter at all. just distraction. 

Why? you may ask myself.

And i don't really know.

nccuco