Attention

you are imagination____which is fascination turned Geometric Shape (the line connects_follow it for it never ends) the alphabet forms itself, you see, each time the mouth opens and curves around in-between through each and every letter. it's okay, it's natural. it has been explained and tamed and framed and stuck on the wall. dictators are loved. what makes them so wrong is that the love they receive is merely FEAR and DISEASE looking for dead hope. the coping mechanism i obtained wasn't anything new, nothing they haven't shaken their heads and sighed at before, but the strange thing was that i took it as encouragement. YOU'RE SCARING US YOU'RE LOSING OUR TRUST YOU'RE CAUSING SO MUCH OF A FUSS roll the eyes take it like it wasn't said, and haha, i told them to JUST WAIT (one day i'll be dead). who is the winner then, i wondered, the murderer the suicider the homicider the normal? i remember it all instantly, triggered and kept by the sound of a phone off the hook, a phone you know everyone is calling- everyone is asking themselves as the call doesn't go through Is This It? i like to be the storyteller, the one in front of the audience, keeping everyone on the edge of their seats as the story's turbulence confuses and enraptures. ends are said simply, taken delicately, they under stand after a while. they must feel so lucky, listening as if it were fiction and tossing it around as something that could never happen. mistaken as 'too good to be true', and meant (please, keepthisbetweenyou&me) abstractly as just the opposite. if the protagonist is victorious, the reality is that we're all doomed. it's okay, it's not meant for the logical. deja vu, we've all heard this before, it's the TALE OF THE CENTURY which repeats and repeats every following minute. they were heartbroken, you see, they lost their loved one, they tried to stop her tried to KEEP HER FROM HERSELF &continued miserably thinking they were justified. as i see it-- they were pissed that i missed the free throw.