What's Your Name Again?
I didn't think I neglected this thing for so long, so many things left unsaid, haha...
I guess, I have nothing poetic to say, not even free verse I just want to write, er, type here for reasons that I think I'll never know...
It's different to just sit back on you computer chiar for once and just stare at the keyborad and not look at what you're typing. Just the letters getting pressed, and pressed, and pressed and pressed and pressed and pressed and pressed.
Exhiliarating isn't it? The sound of the keys going tack, tack, tack? It's lovely to hear for writer like me, but devastating to bluebirds, or the mayas, or the hawks, or the eagles, or the woodpeckers bacuase it destroys their melody.
I dopn't know, is is this a poem, or a really long sentence with periods, or an essay gone wrong, or a desperate plea to catch your attention, yeah, maybe that's the one. Wait, which one?
I woulnd't know, why ask me? I'm just the writer, not the askee. Why don't you go into my mind and ask her, maybe she has the answers. I know I don't.
This is so incomprehensable. Wait, i like that word, incomprehensable. Did I spell it right? Yeah, I think I did, yeah.
This is all going nowhwere, kinda like my thoughts right? Wait, who am I talking to? Do I know you?
No, I think I don't. So tell me who you are okay? So we'll get aqcuainted and have coffee sometime, wait did I spell that one right? Who cares.
There's a Starbucks nearby to where I live, maybe we'll meet there, I already know the people working there, yeah, a coffee junkee is bad.
So maybe read my stories? I'll print them out and you can see, wait, how can you see? Wait, what's your name again?
Pardon me, I keep on forgetting. No, wait, what's to froget? I never really did know your name in the first place, so what's the apology for?
The only thing I know for sure is you like my writing, you like my poetry, you like my stories. I told you to read them before, but never something really critiquing. Wait, who are you again?
Wow, I';m talking to a total stranger, I thought it was just my computer and me, but now I know, hey, you're reading this aren't you? Wait, who are you?
I know it's getting annoying, with me asking your name over and over again, what the heck, I just wanna be your friend, wait, tell me your name first, and I'll tell you mine, maybe coffee isn't such a bad thing right?
I like mine iced, do you like it the same way too? Because, I never really guess. Wait, do I know you?
I guess, I have nothing poetic to say, not even free verse I just want to write, er, type here for reasons that I think I'll never know...
It's different to just sit back on you computer chiar for once and just stare at the keyborad and not look at what you're typing. Just the letters getting pressed, and pressed, and pressed and pressed and pressed and pressed and pressed.
Exhiliarating isn't it? The sound of the keys going tack, tack, tack? It's lovely to hear for writer like me, but devastating to bluebirds, or the mayas, or the hawks, or the eagles, or the woodpeckers bacuase it destroys their melody.
I dopn't know, is is this a poem, or a really long sentence with periods, or an essay gone wrong, or a desperate plea to catch your attention, yeah, maybe that's the one. Wait, which one?
I woulnd't know, why ask me? I'm just the writer, not the askee. Why don't you go into my mind and ask her, maybe she has the answers. I know I don't.
This is so incomprehensable. Wait, i like that word, incomprehensable. Did I spell it right? Yeah, I think I did, yeah.
This is all going nowhwere, kinda like my thoughts right? Wait, who am I talking to? Do I know you?
No, I think I don't. So tell me who you are okay? So we'll get aqcuainted and have coffee sometime, wait did I spell that one right? Who cares.
There's a Starbucks nearby to where I live, maybe we'll meet there, I already know the people working there, yeah, a coffee junkee is bad.
So maybe read my stories? I'll print them out and you can see, wait, how can you see? Wait, what's your name again?
Pardon me, I keep on forgetting. No, wait, what's to froget? I never really did know your name in the first place, so what's the apology for?
The only thing I know for sure is you like my writing, you like my poetry, you like my stories. I told you to read them before, but never something really critiquing. Wait, who are you again?
Wow, I';m talking to a total stranger, I thought it was just my computer and me, but now I know, hey, you're reading this aren't you? Wait, who are you?
I know it's getting annoying, with me asking your name over and over again, what the heck, I just wanna be your friend, wait, tell me your name first, and I'll tell you mine, maybe coffee isn't such a bad thing right?
I like mine iced, do you like it the same way too? Because, I never really guess. Wait, do I know you?