She's so incredibly beautiful,
When I talk with her,
I talk about my deceased father
Or about some aspect
Of the world's cultural heritage.
She never pushes me away.
She's not uncomfortable with me.
She must have
An Old Soul.
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Whatcha up to? Me? Pretty much all the same things these days. Lying on a couch, staring at the ceiling, wiggling my knees. I don't follow much these days, not like we used to. Remember when we had the channel? I miss it. And I don't, though. I was an idiot back then. I forgot what it meant to make yourself better, and, man, I stayed. I stayed way too long. But. I've recovered, I guess. I self assess a lot, these days. I have to know myself, because, I'm thinking that's the only way I'll ever be able describe life the way I see it. It's only important because I'm writing again. And that's basically all I'm doing. So. Writing, lying on a couch, staring at the ceiling, wiggling my knees. I don't follow much these days, not like we used to. Remember when I told you about Steven? I'm trying to get back to that drawing maps and making worlds and then eventually killing myself and sending my spirit to live in them thing. Not in that world me and Steven came up with, though. Way too many Olthoi. It's basically Asheron's Call edited by twelve year olds. That game's dead, now. I guess we're getting old.
(In an vacant church Little Girl and Big man sit on a parish a few feet apart, in between the lies a book titles "My Feelings".)

(The scene is set, the curtain opens. Little Girl sits staring at Big Man. Big Man gets up and goes to the statue of himself in front of them for a closer look.)

Big Man: Will talking in person really make a difference?

Little Girl: I like to think it does.

Big Man:  (turns to look at her incredulously.) What wishful thinking, you're so naïve.

(Little Girl opens her book and starts to read aloud.)

(Big Man cuts her off with a noise every time she starts to say something until she falls silent.)

Big Man: Just as I thought, it doesn't change anything.

Little Girl: But you do-

Big Man: (cuts her off again.) You just can't let things go, that's your problem. I told you I didn't want to do this, yet you dragged me out here. It didn't accomplish anything!

Little Girl: That's because you don't even want to listen or try to talk, you just want to yell and blame me!

Big Man: That's enough, this conversation is over. (Walks off stage right.)

(Little Girl screams in anger and throws "My Feelings" at the Big Man Statue.)

(The Curtain closes.)
I wanted to try something a little different! I've never written stage directions or a play before but I thought this would be a nice change. I didn't really convey the raw anger or passion, nor was it the scene what I originally wanted but maybe it's a step in the right direction. Trying out different styles is neat. Not happy with this piece though but... oh well.
I see you watching over me and I know you know what I am thinking. I wish they could understand me like you can, I wish I was able to talk freely and not have a limit on what I say...I wish I could be me. I wish I was Kanye and spoke the truth. I wish I was Kim and did whatever the fuck I want. I wish I was confident and believed in myself. I understand I need time to find myself and realise my purpose on this world. So I ask you to keep listening to me until I find out my deep truth, I ask you to keep comforting me when I cry and finally I ask you keep believing in me.

Thank you

We used to stay up 'till 12 to communicate
Sacrifices were made to be together
There was no need to elaborate
Our common endeavour

Love was sleek
Love was tangible
It was never like hide and seek
Where we couldn't see each other anymore

My hugs satisfied you
Your touch satisfied me
I was in front of the que
Of being in the heart I wanted to be

A stray eye
Was never unintended
T McGilberry Jul 3
As I sit and let my spirit ferment,
Sips of my conversation will change your state of mind..
I should have ID'd you at the door.
come swim with the sharks
kk Jul 2
Swerving in, I re-enter
A roundabout conversation
Driving mindless words
You make me flushed
It gives me a rush
As all of our cars
Scramble out of our garages
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