it isn't you, it's me. I just don't have time for this, really. I don't have time for you. I wanted to make time for you but the examples set by my peers allowed me to step out and fuel my own interests. Now, I sit here washing my mind and realize, I probably shouldn't have made time for you at all.
Keen eyes and a sharp mind are not something you place in a closet. They can't be contained or held or stored. They have to be appreciated and used to their full potential and now, at some pivotal crisis in your day, you feel the need to arrest my processes and push the "E" stop on the mechanical workings of my head. How thoughtful of you; I see I am not the only one who has their own agenda.
But seriously, I am sitting here in the latrine and considering your options as I see them. This< >is my space and this is my home and my will and my try and my go'round at this life. Not yours. Not my family's and not your dog's. I wanted to allow you in the bubble and make room for you and even clear out some long over due rubbish to let you in, but you keep pushing me away and away and then, when I show no interest at all, absolutely none, you feel necessary to crawl from the grates in the road, where the filthy water collects after every rain and make your way topside to emerge in the light of day and scour the ends of the earth until you find me. "Ta-dah!" You found me, now go away! It wasn't as if you were invited or even called upon and when I had all the time in the world you had none. Now I would rather bite my nails while sitting on a city bus next to a derelict who smells like piss and alcohol than to even spend one iota of my day with you.
Do you get it now? Got it? Any questions? Good! Now go away and leave me alone to do my work!~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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