For a month now I've been bothered by thoughts. Thoughts of joy, sadness, and sorrow. Writing seems to be a surprise, I hold close. It helps me to stay creative and organized for... the most part. I have troubled thoughts on the future such as love for a job or love for a woman.
Some people just walk passed thoughts, yet, I like to be open. I organized my schedule to fit others' schedules, blending with my own. All I feel like doing now, is 'something.' Such as dancing, horribly singing and maybe even hugging for awkward amounts of time til my feet hurt. So we take the opportunity to lie down together.
Wait. Who does 'we' stand for and what is 'together?' I know he is me. However, when I see 'together' I see much more than myself. We with a flipped 'W' is 'M.' 'To' with a 'T' and 'O' could be 'T-W-O' for the number two. At least now I know it's more than just me.
I was writing this during 'sweep', August 31, 2017. Now I'm in my first hour of economics. I have signed myself for an event but need a group of at least three others. I have ideas of who to be 'together' with. At the point when I read this to the partner I've chosen in some time limit I had found. You and she will know that I have asked the father, mother, and even my own; for their approval. I was told not to make it as special as future events.
That said, I can't help but make it special for you. I'm reading this to tell you that I am reccomended by your brother, approved by your momma and daddy, and have found at least 2 others to join me to a night of dancing and stress relieving. The only thing I'm missing now is you. What do you think?
*Say the line*
YOU ARE READING
Signs
PoetryCritical thinking in words, not much of a story but more of a mental process.