Friday, April 29th, 2011

Quite frankly,

I hate them.

I can’t understand them,

and they won’t understand me.

They’re just stupid upside down raindrops

that trickle down my pages,

fall around my words,

and drown the life out of them.

Annoying tiny tadpoles

swimming aimlessly in a paper stream,

that slip through my thoughts

every time I try to force them into place.

They won’t go.

Those little bastards.

So I let them stay there,

wherever they fall or swim.

And that way no one can understand them.