marii3
How many times have you repeated that one? Sounds like the spiel you give to every other shmuck that's traipsed through this office. bravo though; very well rehearsed. See, I was under the impression that this was a personal evaluation. but you're a professional. you've just seen it all, huh doc? I fit into your little box? daddy issues and inferiority complexes with a nice red ribbon on top? class.
fluorescent contestants to vest tiny investments in green effervescent suggestions of lessened emission.
Sing to me, with haphazard conviction, the song of my own heart. repeat the line in a half-hummed tune so as to have me desperately fumbling about only to hold on to sweet melodic vibrations dissipating much to quickly and yet lingering for far too long.
Waiting on the bench for you, i watch them play. I can remember being the little one in the green polka-dots, but that day now seems somewhere across the space-time continuum. Leap frog, tag, duck-duck goose. The biggest piece of me wants to join them but alas you've arrived, starbucks in hand. Together we watch them play; enjoy their happiness; reminisce. This is growing up: fun reduced by a factor of adulthood over a common denominator of good feeling.
invent me something i can use, something other than the lies that you have become so fond of concocting. something that isnt solely to appease the aching heart and clutter the minds desperate eye.