one thing
i promise you
is that
i love you
right now.
Month: January 2011
Life seems like a likely story.
vain
i want people to laugh. uncontrollably.
but i want to feel as if i am controlling it.
i don’t want to be told how amazing i am.
which i am.
i want people to shower me with praises
through smiles and smirks,
through giggles and guffaws,
through belly laughs their bellies can’t stand.
i want people to laugh so honestly
that they feel embarrassed about their laughter.
oh, sweet validation.
that’s the spot.
don’t stop.
i don’t think this is too much to ask for.
when i die,
i want a few to say, ‘he was an asshole,’
and a few to say ‘he was a friend.’
yes, extra points for saying both.
A colourless life still has shades.
Humans fish for sheep.
wait.
i wait with my breath unabated.
because, you know, i want to live.
Am I on a roll or is the roll on me?
I was playing the world’s smallest violin, and it broke.
There are no spaces between spoken words.
bored.
when i dream,
i shoot for the moon.
in my last dream
i shot the moon down.
it is here with us now.
and it is terribly bored.