Nurg

Nurg; I used to own a pet called Nurg. I quite liked Nurg; a golden retriever with a furry nose.

Nurg; I used to have a friend called Nurg, who cheered me up when I was down, and made me laugh when I felt like crap; But then something odd happened and we never talked again.

Nurg; I used to know a person called Nurg. I went to school when I was young, I went to study on and live apart; This Nurg had been someone I didn’t quite like and didn’t quite hate, But somehow it verged on the side of dislike.

And if I speak of latters here, no doubt it’ll not make sense; for all I really mean is that things get worse as life goes on and really become quite dense.

Nurg; I used to say the word a lot. I used to worry like a wart about certain things and then, “Nurg” would make me laugh.

I felt like a child when someone cussed, I had no words of my own. For they used the same words over and over as if to say it was theirs. I held my breath and spoke under it, “Nurg, nurg, nurg”. Be it jealousy, envy, anger or hate, love or like, sympathy or empathy.

Nurg; I used to feel something a lot like Nurg. When I think of my pet, when I think of my friend, when I think of that person (you might as well call an enemy), when I think of that word. I feel the Nurg.

My stream of consciousness leads me to believe that Nurg will always be: The pathetic unknown people that sit and surround me, Those I never knew and never will - stray with unfamiliarity and shall never keep still, rather, you, he, him. her, they, it. Robotics.

Nurg will always lead me to believe. That one who is here for a certain amount of time, shall disappear in Nurg’s present line.

So nay goodbye, as I look out this window. What do I believe in now? That Nurg had always led me, good or bad somehow; It taught me in some way, I felt a little better every day, There would never really be a time or place that Nurg would never stay.