Obim Musings (1) ...

You think I'm Crazy
i think likewise as I scribe this
I wield dry lips, they might revolt thee, fortunately I wield a pen that flourish with ink
Obim, hear my writing.

First time I saw you I took no notice. First time we talked I asked a question, you replied in a manner of piss-off, that did piss me off.

Next time, you showed remorse, tactically you appealed indirectly. My heart let go of hate for you brewing. My mind didn't presume a friendship coming.

It came, it saw, it thrived. We talked, we laughed, at times till tear welled up in our eyes. But painfully almost in a Solomon Grundi time-frame, our friend-ship capsized.

In my eyes.

Alas!

I stopped seeing my friend when I see you, I started seeing someone I love. Next time we conversed, I feigned most of the laughters, to me you were now like a land which I loved but in which I'm an outcast, my eyelids seemed to loose strength easily when I looked at you, they batted stupidly. I feared holding your hands least you notice I'm shaky. So I made up my mind to make the right time.

I had not done it before and I don't see myself doing it again, an afterward thinking that I rushed make me think I'm so lame, my legs are intact though, and most times I see the act inane.

I couldn't get it out of my throat so I texted it to your phone, hours before I got the no I already felt so stupid, so I went to watch the hobbit' battle in a stanger' room, I keenly did to avoid the hurtful thinking, a major part of me really wished for what I received. When I read your response, I breathed a sigh of Damn! Oh shit! I said it. Obim, I'm sorry for the awkward moment...

I really mean to write more, but my mind is flirting, I think I've lost it.

...Cirphrank, Le pheno vinci...