Hello Operator.
Planning anything special?
Going home for breakfast?
Of course not, not you, never.
But don't you get hungry?
Oh yes, the pills.
I do agree that the lights are nice.
It does seem to cover all the shadows.
Are you afraid of shadows?
Are you afraid of what comes from the shadows?
Not you, no, never, of course.
What about the light, aren't you afraid of that?
What's to be afraid of? Everything!
How can you be afraid of nothing, there must be something.
How about heights?
Open spaces?
Dirty laundry?
Ha, I know, what about the unknown?
Oh, a regular enterprise commander, aren't you?
You know, I seem to be asking all the questions.
Well I can stop talking if you want.
Thanks, but I still think there's nothing more to say.
Goodnight Operator.
You too.
Oh, and hey? I really like the way you smile.
It complements your eyes.
No problem, well, goodnight.
...
Damn, do I taste blood?
3 comments:
the way i keep feeling the world is very soft because the world Feels too hard.
this is very interesting, it spins around slightly, ever circling...just like life does. its random in some places, a bit confusing...I had to really think about what you were saying. But great poetry is not just words, it has to make you think, or take you back to a place in time you felt the same way... everything else is just words, not great poetry!
*Leia*
Hmm. For the most part, this flows pretty nicely. You mentioned that you're in my year (funny that you stumbled across my blog)... are you at McGill?
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