Unbeknown

 Such a good word

I have a hungry soul.  I will feed you.  

(MAJOR PAUSE)

However,

I see my life as a handful of sand

Gravity mixed with time

In the palm of my hand

slowly slipping away

I ponder on the purpose of it all.

Existential crisis

Not quite yet

But well on my way

No one ever tells you yo about the tedium of monotony that is comfort.

I realize the personal recognition of my social anxiety originated from going to these house and Telly parties as a yooot in da hood, and being surround by all these sex people congregating  andgyrating in a hot ass basement of tiny kitchen that managed an island in a studio apartment, and knowing the underlying fact of my happiness is dancing to music, grinding with a bombastic chick with house music bumping, and watching anime in shared solitude all night with only one other like-minded soul.

I tell people I’m an onion, and they never believe me.