the view from the wall, or something to that effect...?
"I enjoy you" she says
*blink blink me? wha?!* - Im confuzed have nothing to say except replying I have nothing to say
"its okay" I say "...i always get confuzed when people say im cool or something, i turn around to see if they are talking to someone behind me...not thinking they mean me"
She replies, "I know quite what you mean.. and, on that note, perhaps it is contradictory of me to assume the opposite role.. I suppose I feel the need to ...not quite sure the word." Remind people of their beauty, perhaps.. before it is too late, or I am..*shrugs*
I continue the thought like one of those comunal poems where you write three lines, then fold the paper, pass it to someone, telling them the last word you wrote.
I flow from some font of memories I thought I had buryed in the wind;
" being biffed by showing an emotion like love, sadness, or fear...and getting laughed at for it. it is a hand on a shoulder from the shadows that is those like us. most think it is the dead they think of those like us a freaks, until we are gone, then they miss our company. its a pledge to Self to not be the same as the light-blind fools"
An AIM with June.