The dumpster

What is in my mind , sadness losses and cigarettes -dust and constructed
memories
life did not exist and I didn’t know it , have you ever felt like you’re waiting for something that will never come?
it’s a desert..one of those without an oasis
I was wondering what it would be like to live without people -I used to liken it to
the life of a child without toys ..that’s what people are to me ..toys ..
I break them down when they get me bored , sometimes they go south on their own and I throw them away earlier
at any rate , they end up in a dumpster …at times I think I hear shouts from it
but I do not go back..I find another