Thursday, December 15, 2011

don't come to my door

most times i want to be alone
i want to know that i have that choice
without having to explain myself to anyone
without having to smile at you or talk to you

stop talking to me, for goodness' sake!
why are you standing that close to me?
why do you need to keep moving your lips
and release so many annoying, raking sounds from them?

just SHUT UP, PLEASE.

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...a scared, scary, excitable, hyperbolic, friendly puppy of a girl who is moral and moralistic, puritanical, yet experimental and very curious, ontologically-overwhelmed...a life dilettante with hungry kaleidoscope eyes whose favorite facial expression is "I see you" and wants everyone to love her (even those people who, much to her dismay, get cheap thrills from using shock value as a way to try to get people's attention or to just purely annoy or disgust)...who makes her world statement mostly as a hard-core ethical, lifestyle compassion activist of this, our cosmic consciousness...who perpetually dreams and wishes circles around herself and as a result may, in fact, never actually grow up...thanks Mom and Dad.