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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