my first film
Obsessed
It rained this morn and still is outside.
I
stayed in all day.
Popped open the window and
lean outside,
just my head and
my left hand: a
cigarette burned,
the pictures of ghosts floating and
disappear into despair.
I
did this yesterday too.
I freaked out because nobody
phoned me, and thought people
were avoiding me. So I phoned
everybody. But only two
people phoned me back.
Even my best friend, she
didn’t phoned me back, but
I really was counting on you
to pick up and say ‘hey.’
But you never did.
I thought of what you could possibly
be doing all day yesterday and today.
No trace of your messages anywhere,
I’m sorry that
I’ve wasted my time on you.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Bob Dylan- Oh, The Thinks You Can Think
*yes, it’s Dr.Seuss’s shit, except Dylan is singing about it. yes, definitely one of those collector’s shit, no doubt.
I hears a who-!?
Fox’s suit.
(via fleabilly)
She
She apologies
to him, every time.
I’m sorry. She said.
It’s alright. He kindly replies.
He loved her baby blue eyes,
how they showed
both love and coldness
simultaneously. Deep inside,
he knew that she wanted him
but could not bring herself,
he found that quite attractive of her.
