MaybeMe
So, it's a camera lens? I'm not sure what to do with that...
It reached closer to me, the robotic arm. All I could see was the odd mechanism at the tip. It's claw and cogs and flashing blades. What was it for?
I followed her for days. Maybe it wasn't really a chase. I don't remember if she was trying to get away. All I knew was it wasn't quite right, but I wanted her so much. Too much. Occasionally, she glanced back and invited me to continue, and I would, but deep down I wondered where it would all end.
Water hurled at everything, breaking trees, smashing dreams. As homes collapse, and fear grows stronger, somewhere a tiny voice cries out. Will you stop and help?
Yeah, that's a math term. I come on here to procrastinate my Stats exam and I get a math term. Not the exam has anything to do with derivatives, but still, way to mess up my distraction.
They like to joke about prostitutes around me. They say she's so innocent, it makes her uncomfortable. I wonder what they'd say if they knew it's just my looks that keep me from selling myself.
We watch the box every day, like worshiping some square idol. You'd think it made our lives longer instead of shortening them. How much productivity have they stolen?
It's that kind of humor that always shows up in movie reviews. I'm not sure what makes a lack of respect so funny. Imagine a comedy about people who actually respect stuff. It's so rare, I bet people would laugh just because they don't recognize the concept.
I would follow you with that kind of loyalty. Maybe more like Ruth and Naomi than Jesus and the twelve, but still with dedication. I would, if only you'd let me.
I'd write you a poem. Actually, I already have, several in fact. Too bad they're all love poems. I tried to stay in the friendship realm, but you're just too wonderful.
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