Seven

Stop thinking for a moment, I would very much like to seep into your head for the time being. But I can’t with all those thoughts rushing out. I’m not a strong swimmer.

I know, it’s hard, isn’t it? It’s nearly impossible to empty your skull. But just try for me, please?

I’d like to look around a bit. Do you think it’d be like an empty room? Or do you think it might be like a big bookshelf, with all the books full of blank pages?

Argh, sorry, stop thinking.

Just… empty.

…

You know, I’m getting rather tired of this. All these thoughts. You can’t even do a simple thing for me. And I’m just SO SICK OF IT!

I have to put up with this every day, it’s just ME, ME, ME, ALL THE GODDAMN TIME.

YOU WON’T LET ME IN, YOU NEVER LET ME IN!

I’m just about at breaking point, now.

Don’t think you’re getting any tonight, buster.

You try anything on me, and I’ll be damn quick to serve you up a piece of my mind.

This entry was written on July 26, 2007 by Mandy. It is about/includes mentions of personal, possibilities. You can leave a comment, or trackback from your own site.