time travel is complicated
I don’t know these people
where they came from
or what their mission is
having appeared out of the blue
once winter succumbed to spring
now soliciting sugar and milk
and common knowledge information
as if I was their next door neighbor
how they keep finding me
remains a mystery I care not solve
but find me they do
regardless of my state of mind
whether digging a new trench
or scaling skyscrapers
they appear out of the blue
nearly scaring me half to death
how they ever chose me
haunts my waking days
and eerily dark blue nights
when the weight of my eyelids
become most burdensome
as I whisper beneath my breath
praying to the gods that be
that tomorrow they’ll never find me
march two thousand nineteen
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Bravo
Thank you, Andrew.
This is super rad — my favorite kind of movie.
Love this section:
“having appeared out of the blue
once winter succumbed to spring
now soliciting sugar and milk
and common knowledge information
as if I was their next door neighbor”
Isn’t paranoia the most fascinating disease? Never answer questions. Pretend like you know nothing. Keep your head down. Wear a cap.
thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed this one
I like a lot! Beautiful writing 🙂
merci beaucoup!