making notice

it makes not sense at all.
is this what we want?
dont give it up, what wasnt yours to begin with.

its not right. of course it isnt. something can be done. something can always be done. but i suppose, i can do it. i have very un-big words. and short term memory. the screen is jumping. what is it called. it's a whole mixture of emotions and states of mind. angst, fear, tiredness, loss, fear, despair, hope, sadness, sentiment. have i but listed everything that could be listed? i need some happiness. a shred of anything is more than anything i might already have.

he's searching for that understated smile,
to match his overstated frown.