They were really screams in the silent room. But the rain clouds let the tears fall annonymously and screams sound just so angry.
I have nothing I really want to say. But this space has been empty too long.

Hmm.. who want's to listen to the poet's voice?
I'm in the mood for one of those philosophical-type abstract conversations, my dear hawk.

Lo and behold I actually said 'yes' to the question 'do you want to talk?'
Isn't wonderful how time would not cooperate with me though? Lovely.


You know what I find hilarious but sickeningly upsetting?
Dad surprised me by saying we needed to talk about relationships. I laughed at him and told him he was a little late. He's like, I know the school taught you about sex and such but we still need to talk to you about relationships.
So ya know, I'll let him talk, it'll help me in the end. I'm sitting there eating dinner thinking it was like, talking to me about boys and what to expect from relationships and where to draw the lines and the like.
Me and Katie make a run for it upstairs and later mom comes in and is like, your father needs to talk to you about relationships. I said I was busy today. She's replied that this was the most important time for me in school and that grades were very important and I must put them first and do very well because this year determines my next 10 years. Katie was like... way to pile on the pressure there. I was just aghast that that was the underlying point of what he wanted to talk to me about. Glad they think about me here.

2 glances | Never look back.