Stopping By

to drop off a letter... I'm better than your postman, and cuter too!

Tegan & Sara was playing. They still are… Why am I so public about something so private? You’re so cute. You make me smile. Privacy is a myth and I’d rather tell my tale before someone else does. I hate giving up the credit for the hard life I’d lived. Besides, I love attention almost as much as you.
You made breaking day easy doing this work thing even though this platonic thing is a mildly ironic thing and a slightly sardonic thing. Some would call it a moronic thing. See what you do? You make me bust into rhyme.
Somehow my words don’t seem so hollow when you read them. They look so brittle on screen. Like a breeze could shatter them. Somehow your voice makes them strong.
You kept touching the Omega. I can still feel your fingers on it. I still can’t believe you think it's awful. Don’t you see? There had to be an end so that things could begin. But that’s just me, all random symbolism in a haphazard life.
I found a tempo while I wrote. My finger tips struck the keys in time to your breathing. What a crazy dance. What a crazy thing this is. I, uh, I wish I could sing or something. Just so I could write a song about you standing there with the door open. Is my stride really that memorable that you could hear me in the hall? I know you weren’t peeking unless you can see through walls the way you see through the barricades in my mind.
I’m stuck with all of these ideas, visions, dreams, aims, goals and madness. You make it all seem possible. You’ve got that talent you know. You could make millions writing a motivational book. Except then you’d have to admit that you worry about unimportant things.
Everything is not always what it seems. There’s always room in my heart for more even if my body only holds one. Besides, things change. Quicker than my mind does – and we both know how fast that is.
Anyway, I’ve gotta get back to work now. Kinda different without you here. Kind of boring. At least you listen to things before I finish writing them. Everyone else will only view when I'm done. Damn. Another all-nighter.
Oh yeah, If you don’t want things to be privately public you should admit your fear. I’m not afraid. Everyone knows. I'm always on Front Street. You’re lucky I didn’t post your picture. Now. Top that. I dare you.


P.S. I’ve got 9 pink toes. You missed a spot.
P.P.S. WAIS-R results: FSIQ 129. Dangerous huh?