Another day and another night

The space car to the future is in front of that house, I recognized it as it was unrecognizable. Do I take it for a spin? I already had, I already know what's in store for me or who would me my loyal sidekick.

This special side kick of mine is what I will have to deal with until the bread gets old in the antarctic. Its me and him until the day ends.

But as I often say i do not love, I just cope. I try to be what I was taught. I dipped into that acid sweet pool of overwhelming melancholy once again. People around me negate every solid form of it that surfaces, I guess that too I have to deal with. I would like to think that I am more cunning than what I appear to be, I guess not.
I cry but the reasons never let me catch them. It might seem that I forget those who touched my soul but I really cry for them when I'm alone.