Thursday, August 29, 2013

it's my first saturday of freedom. i do nothing. i look at my macbook. send anonymous messages. wait for one. think about someone reading this. you. think about you thinking about this. you.

do you feel like one with me. reading this. we are miles apart. continents apart at most. the ocean can't stop us. we have fibres. we are the breath of communication.

thinking about me thinking about you thinking about this.

☝ so i wrote all that on some anonymous social experiment. and i got a few. some messages were about game of thrones, snk, and the general angst of life. mediocre teenage years. im not alone. travel to another country with one of the greatest friends ever. check. substances that may damage my liver. check. applemint smoke in my lungs. check. actually doing well in school. no. drivers license. no. boat license. no. being a daughter my mom can show off. not yet.

name: shiva
subject: ii

under the bruised sky, you told me there will always be nothing. the fishes in the lake were sleeping. how does it feel to be constantly keeping yourself afloat?

name: kip
subject: vuv

don't be sad when you go to sleep, have sweet dreams and look forward to breakfast.