My way

I want things to go my way, for a change, for once. But which way is mine? I don't even have the conviction to pick a way -  where should those poor things go?

It's a line

A function of time.
When time comes
It will be crossed...

It's a bullshit haiku
Of more than 3 lines
About trandlines
And who gives a fuck if it rhymes.

What would you say if

anyone asked you to speak?

The only one

- So why him?
- Because he was the only one there. Not the one and only. Only the only one.

Unfinished

If I wanted perfection I would leave you unsaid,
But I'm greedy and wanted to speak.
So the least I could do was to leave you unfinished

Profound Understanding

How to feel close to someone? Offload on him... all that heaviness that weighs on you, but is empty – no content to show for all that weight. You will feel relief, rambling about all the meaningless things that you want to get off your chest. And if the someone listens patiently, without interrupting, you will get the feeling that you are understood and will feel closeness to your presumed understander.

But... you will be too busy with your unburdening to notice that he does not say anything. He nods in rhythm with his own thoughts. Had your words resonated with him in the least, he would have been eager to jump in and contribute to the conversation. And then you would have realized that he sees things very differently from you.

But you will both be so absorbed in your non-overlapping worlds that he will not mind your outpour, and you will not notice his absence. And you will feel listened to, and understood, and close... Good for you.

Oversupply

I don't need more time.
It would be of use if I could spend it on you,
But you are not here