Sunday, January 11, 2009

Words, Words, Words

"I swear, I really feel like the devil every time I talk to you."

"Let me read it."


"No. It's not finished yet. You play a really critical role at this point, and I'm afraid that you'll get the wrong impression."

....Or maybe the fear is that you'll get too much of the right impression.

First impressions always seem to kill me. Scribbling poetry on scraps of paper, posting them online, table cloths and napkins, my own bare palm. Most of which, you'll never even see.

2 comments:

c.H.a.O.s FrEaK said...

That sounds like the kinda person I'd take a chance with ...

No idea what U meant really, but I always do have a comment.

good day.

~*wILd chILd*~ said...

Thank you. Your comments are always welcome. :)