day one hundred and seventy nine.

i hate asking for things,
favours,
and hanging out.

i like to pretend i'm as
busy and independent as i am
at all times
to prevent myself from
looking boring or lonely.

day one hundred and seventy eight.

why would you capture
her attention
when the only feedback you want
is the fake crackling
between phone lines
and a desperate call
five hours later.

day one hundred and seventy seven.

i'm not great at this
creepy crawly stuff.

like a firefly with no wings,
i'm only half of what
my role requires.

day one hundred and seventy six.

though we're deaf and blind,
and physically lacking,
we're not dumb;
and that's enough
responsibility
to force us to be
the strong ones.

day one hundred and seventy five.

it was more than just a
crayon craving,
it was a plea to
the creator of time
to stop the clocks.

day one hundred and seventy four.

one persons cold vibes
can be enough to stifle
the warm invitations
of others' present.

day one hundred and seventy three.

it's best to be
completely straight forward -
with uninterpretable words,
and even more direct body language.
otherwise,
your figurative hints for
a couple of hours
might turn into
a literal
couple of minutes.