Thursday, November 29, 2007
`38s
38 seconds of indifference.
A little lie.
A little act.
That didn't hurt.
He lied that he lied.
He lied that he didn't.
She lied that she didn't.
She lied that she did.
Whose fingers bled,
on little strings.
Who wakes up,
with her head on a wet pillow.
He thinks.
She thinks.
He frowns.
Indifference.
She guesses,
and guesses.
Because he loved riddles,
and talked in them.
She didn't guess,
and never guessed.
It's only because he thought,
she would, and did.
He planned a surprise,
but he got really tired.
A beautiful misunderstanding,
because he misunderstood the misunderstanding.
He played a game,
but always lost.
She played together,
and always won.
He wrote a story,
but gave up halfway.
He liked fairy tales,
but could never write one.
He thought.
He thought.
But was never right.
But he took too long to realise.
A little naivety.
A little stupidity.
That really hurts.
38 seconds of indifference.
15:50:10
15:50:48
A little less noise please,
because you are smothering the memories.
`38s
12:34 AM; `dead.Y