o h d e a r
there is always a time when your mind comes randomly thinking of foolish thoughts while you're ditzy.
like me, sometimes i wonder why our nuckles turn into small gaps and hollows below our long fingers.
it reminds us of how something once strong cant turn shallow in a matter of seconds.
like how straight we could stand, but how our legs are curved. the irony.
how pizza is served in a rectangular box instead of a round one, and how it is cut into small divisions of triangles instead of circles.
it's like understanding people, not based by their shape and outsides.
how french fries could be shaped as potatoes and not sticks, and how there isn't a french frie made with tomato.
like uniqueness stored in one food made by serendipity.
like how my mind wanders off to the most unimportant thoughts it could observe that sometimes it doesn't make sense.
"hi gabe, i'm calling up to say i'm feeling better. "
"great. so i'll be over there by after class and maybe we could watch a movie or two and order pizza."
"are you asking me out on a date?"
"are you crazy? i'm asking you in a date."
"very wise words my dear sir."
"hah, anyway, what movie do you like? i have almost everything from chick-flicks, which is by the way- disgusting, to horror. "
"are you planning to bring the whole convenience dvd shop in my house?"
"i could bring the whole world if you want."
"gabe, i don't like movies."
"good, good. another point to know, so what do you want to do then?"
"just.. converse with you."
"....."
"...."
"...buacamole, i think i'm screwed."
"what was that?"
"uh, sure, i'll be there after class starts. don't go out okay? you're still sick and all that- and i don't want you to be sick, you can't afford to be sick."
"yes, nana."
"i'm not your grandma, i'm your sexy handsome and intelligent friend who you'll have a complicated status with from now on."
"bye, gabe."
if you have asked about my hatred for movies, my boy- then you'll hear traffic sounding like the sea in one phonecall.
i disliked movies not hated it.
it tells us a story, yes. it makes us realise and discover something, definitely.
other than those good points, movies are just testing our ambers. if we really could see beyond, if we are clairvoyant.
if we could hear a sound of a plankton falling into the ground amidst the waves noise.
if we could feel what the director, the writer wants us to feel. if we could relate to how the actor portrays.
a movie is a significance of life- that we can act and play a part, all of us. yet somehow, a beggining isn't enough right?
if beggining was a subtrahend, it needs it's minuend, the ending.
and the universal truth no one wanted to believe in amongst the lies, was that this world will end, surely and definitely with no lies ahead.
besides from that, i'm not a fan of movies because thats what my family would do every sunday. gather up infront of the screen and watch and eat and converse.
until that same day blueberry cheesecake had exploded violets and purples on the walls, the cd's were split into a thousand pieces, and so were the thrown away popcorn.
"bye gabe, i love you."
oh boy, in that end of the static filled call, i knew you wouldn't hear. but the noise just sounded like waves and my voice of falling planktons, testing your ears.
but oh dear, the worst part of it all though, was that i didn't regret saying those words.
Infatuate,
The past disney lover girl.
YOU ARE READING
Oh dear
Poetry"maybe it was you and i, not we and us." in which she falls inlove, and she gets tricked by the illusions and thoughts of it. one sick delusional story, without true love.
