How did you do it? You have made it all seem so easy How you wooed me Slowly, surely And how it worked I fell. But you left me Alone, without even a word Like a bubble that suddenly burst Not even a good bye Alone. Wondering. Crying myself to sleep Every. Single. Night. How is it even possible? To fall for my own imagination.
Random thoughts in my head
And I’m thinking
This is how Mondays should be Quiet.
A slight wrinkle of a smile appears on my face Mondays.
I’m starting to love Mondays.
I haven’t met you
Nor have I seen you
And yet I long for you
Hear, listen to your voice
Give me the peace I need
Calm my soul, let me sleep.
I’ve kept myself in the darkness of my room again
I’m back in that old familiar chaotic sadness that is my mind
No plans, no expectations, no one, nothing
Alone in my nothing-ness
Thinking blank thoughts
No images, no color, no lines
Just the four cornered walls of my loneliness
Enveloping myself in the company of nothing.
Someone I know got visibly annoyed when after she had shown me her pictures in the society page of a Sunday newspaper, I reacted less enthusiastic or impressed as she had expected.
This confuses me a bit. Isn’t “Wow! Cool.” coupled with a sincere smile a socially acceptable response? I was not being sarcastic, nor did I come off as such, but my reaction annoyed her anyway.
Had it been a work published or the paper featuring her for something remarkable she did, then I might have reacted differently, or maybe even envious. But we’re talking about her pictures at a party she attended. I understand it’s something to be excited about, and I would have felt just as excited if I saw my picture in a newspaper or magazine, too. But expect people, even those you are not close to, to react in a particular manner and feel disappointed or annoyed when they don’t, is a bit off, don’t you think?
I may have the sharpest tongue
And I may hurt with my words
But these words, these words
Pierce through only one
My poor dear heart.
Boarding the same elevator flight with the office crush, thinking you’ve hit jackpot, only to realize you’re holding a roll of tissue in one hand, and it’s too late to hide it because he’s already weirdly gazed upon it and you.
Perfect time to do a tissue run downstairs.
Perfect timing as always, Doreen. 😕