A poem when everything screams out a story.. a meaning for you.

That girl right behind me

The camera right beside me

The tabs that are opened

Or soon will be open

The yogurt I am having

The flip flops I am wearing

The letters forming a word

And the words themselves

Each has a tale of their own to tell.

Does this happen with everyone?

Or am I becoming too observant?

Whatever I have excelled in,

I just hope it is not something called being crazy.

4 comments on Crazy

Sometimes the walls do talk lol and I can talk to a fence post sometimes. Does not mean I am crazy just means no else listens or hears or even tries to understand.

@ Melody J Haislip: True that 🙂

@ l0oree: It can also be you don’t want to share with anyone else!

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