Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Crash

We're all so absorbed in our own things, so focused on our own lives. We don't let anybody get close. We don't let anybody touch us. Sometimes, people have to crash into each other, just so we can feel anything anymore. Just because we miss that touch.

Truth. An ugly truth, but it happens.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Goodnight.

Good Morning.

You're in love. You think about her. You're happy. She smells great. She looks better. Her voice would make angels jealous. Hell, she's even smart. What a fucking awesome girl! And the best part: she's yours.

is she?

You're in love. You think about her. You check your phone looking for something from her, some insignificant token of her care: a text message perhaps, a missed call (even better), maybe even a facebook poke, just to let you know she cares, just to let you know she thought about you. Nothing is there. No notifications. You text her "Hey baby <3"

hours pass. no response...

You're in love. You think about her again. You check your phone. Nothing. What's going on? She must be busy. She'll respond soon. You long for her attention because it makes you whole. When she talks to you, some magical gust of wind lifts you into the atmosphere. You text her again "Hey baby, what's up?"

still nothing.

You're annoyed. Why isn't she talking to me? You miss her. You wonder what she's doing 3000 miles away. Is the feeling not mutual? Doesn't she miss you, too? Of course she does, she's just busy. She'll call me tonight before she goes to sleep.

doesn't happen.

You call her. You want to tell her how much you love her. Listening to the rings, you anticipate her voice. RIIIIIIINNNGGGGGGG.......RIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG......RIIIINNNNNNNGGGGG.....YOU HAVE BEEN DIRECTED TO THE VOICEMAIL BOX OF...

Goodnight.