Shoot the Breeze

with my pencil poised to write, I think back

to days of past, where

I could say I was alright, however,

unsure.

now, I think I'm worse, but

that's not what I'm getting to.

 

you always look

so put together, so stylized;

fashionable...popular because

you've got a personality that people either

wish they had or wish they knew. or maybe both.

and me? hah. I'm the kid

who sits

and never says a word;

dresses in plaid button-down shirts

and smiles quietly.

I regret

that I never had the chance

to know you (really know you), but

that's not what I'm getting at.

 

for everything...all too much, isn't it?

so many details, so many microscopic places-

microcosms-

and yet I feel like

we are separate, tiny pin-pricks

on the thumbs of the universe

and you can't tell you're bleeding (and I can't see that I'm hurt

but I can't feel it anymore).

Author's Note

title is an idiom meaning to generally waste time talking.

pic by m0thart on deviantart http://m0thart.deviantart.com/art/angel-s-rules-121514912?q=gallery%3Am0thart%2F25234093&qo=8

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