Things I Am Good At

Nineteen.

The present never indulged me in a way it did for people.

Having a notable meaning is a thing that they searched for,

Searched for; scraped, weeped, and moped for.

Wars were built on the process of finding.

I instead searched for the way to unlearn meanings.

I am good at unlearning.

Twenty five.

A hideout is a place I come back to in every moment in between agendas.

I carry it everywhere within every mile and it is not because I wish to escape,

But mostly because I never leave.

I would never desire it and I would never need to.

I've made a home out of every wreckage and it is what I do in my victorious days.

I am good at making a home out of things.

Twenty eight.

Colossal beings does not make me feel paltry.

I am bigger than most of them and it is a curse that I think this is exact.

Being an ocean does not mean that every traveller will roam in you eternally.
I carry the world on my backbones because I am able to.

I am good with being big.

Thirty two.

Time is a foreign thing.

I've managed to destroy most clocks within my space because it keeps looking;

Looking and making disreputable notices that involves me and the things I am not doing, the verbs I will not say, and the things I can not become.

Time mocks me in the most unrecognisable language that I seem to still understand.

I am good with foreign things.

Fourty seven.

Trains take people to destinations and away from them.

I do not grieve on this.

Departures and arrivals are plain meals people swallow in,

We stay in and yet we move lightly.

Moving is a thing we were built to undertake.

I am good with vehicles.

Thing is,
The thing about being good;
The dangerous thing about being good,
is that it still does not fill.

Floating dialogues.