Something I wrote literally five minutes ago. Night-time really does get the creative juices flowing.
I see the looks you give me. All of you.
Oh, and I mean really see, I understand them. Really understand them. But that's not to say I'm okay with it.
What do you see? When you look in my direction, what is it you think of? 'Ah, bitch has it all.' The bitch part, yeah okay, I see where you're coming from. But what is it the bitch has, again? 'Has it all.' If what I have is 'all', pal, life really must be bullshit.
This goddamn barrier whose construction I spent so much time and energy on has just turned around and bit me on the arse. Well, good. It's about time, I say. I haven't needed an eye-opener more.
And don't get all friendly. I know you're lying. And don't dismiss that, either. You know what I do for a living. Hah. Well. Because you can't help me. It's another one of those things you gotta do yourself.
Oh, grace, no one knows me. I see what you think of me, yeah, all of you. Yeah, you think you have me all worked out. What you see is what you get.
Well, in a sense I guess you'd be right. In a small sense. Yes. I am cold. And that's all you know.
But I want to laugh, I want to cry, I want to love, yet I have done none of these.
For a time.
Hey, maybe there is some... 'warmth'... in me after all.
Maybe.
A/N: Alas, drabbles with no substance from a paranoid mind. Hope you liked.. and please review.