tell me how you are.
but please, only a word or two.
then we can talk about the weather.
oh, it’s so cold. oh, it’s so sunny.
there. i’ve told you the weather
as if you didn’t feel it on
your own skin.
okay, now let me talk about my
two year old for the next thirty
minutes and show you pictures.
and here we’ll talk about something
the both of us are equally
indifferent towards.
i’ve always wanted to kill you,
and boring you to death is the
only legal way.
I like this.
what a poet you are 😉
Sharing poetry can do it too. 0:)
owl, that’s exactly why i do it.
Ooh, burn. 🙂
hah.
it is cold here now. but there were snowflakes in the sky the previous days. and it was breathtaking. i know because i was taking breaths.
but it is just cold now. as if the weather has robbed us of a bit of beauty.
…. but i genuinely love talking about the weather! 🙁 We’ve had a beautiful crisp winter’s day with a vivaciousness of dusk colours enough to stop a traveller lost deeply in her mind-tracks, and lose her gaze upwards in sheer admiration. And a slightly nippy, but overwhelmingly invigorating, northwind- enough to tingle the skin and lungs with every intake of breath, enough to remind a person of the fact that she. is. alive. =)
:p
hah.
it is cold here now. but there were snowflakes in the sky the previous days. and it was breathtaking. i know because i was taking breaths.
but it is just cold now. as if the weather has robbed us of a bit of beauty.