Thirteen Poem by Kian Sheik

logically sound, i am beginning to have more fun than before. i was masked prior to the last few moments. i did not truly have a good time when i was with others. my peers did not bring me joy. my nostalgic craving for childhood jubilee was to immense to bear. finally, one day, i had fun. pure, ecstatic fun. it was like a feather that had been lifted by a chill winter breeze being carried off into the sky. i cannot wait to experience this again.