FRUITCAKE28 Poetry (1)

some or most of my life everything seems real and unreal or illusory sometimes too real or too unreal one time as a child i was in a department store with my mother confusing people with manikens one time in the same outskirts of a city one spring standing by myself with torrents of water ice and snow melting from ponds and streams felt its glory i daydreamed alot in grade school once in junior high i was in a health class drawing pictures
of future cars the teacher found out showed it to the class they laughed mockingly