sometimes i think i talk
beyond myself
to reach out to you
construct all of these
what is it
freudian slips
that makes the conversation more elegant
take turns i cant control
you are not communicating
really
just fooling around
making fun of my profession
maybe that is a sign
maybe you should take it as a sign
you were the one talking of slipping around
soapy slippery floor
of freudian what
poetry
i guess it is
our time is running out baby
haha what
yeah ehh
so awkward
haha yes
time to go
i think
you will see me watch
you turning the key
in the car engine
with a smile today
yes i can imagine
i can often sit here and watch you
you spend some time
parking lot
texting
smiling
crying
i see the sky change in your face
slowly moving out of sight
if it is a day of indecisive weather
like you pick it up and sort it out
is it a rainy day worth crying about
is it a rainy day worth smiling about
i think you read into things much more than i do
well i guess that is my job
seriously
i am losing faith
in me or in what
i dont know i just know i will drive home
the weather in my eyes
coming home to the scent of a different soap
makes me see myself through the eyes of the outside
at least i can pretend
to walk around
as my life was all new to me
now i will instead come home to my home
as lived through my guests
hoping they have helped themselves
coffee breakfast
i hope so as well
i kind of want to park up quietly
i want to be able to sit and watch them
through the window
a home filled with my absence
you have a tesla
yes
they park up quietly
but they are still a catch of eye
park behind some bushes
few bushes to park behind
anyway
in the reflection of the window
a shiny skin
a sad eye
the nature evolving in the background
shades of green
leaning over the foggy water
like a photo
you would take
but its already gone
and i didnt really notice
what was i thinking
putting so much oil on my face this morning
well it was starting to smell old
so i figured it would be better
if i finished it quickly
