“From next day, I will look at her (face to face), go near her, wave my hands and say her hello.”

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#another #one #sided #romance #perspective

“Are you even listening me?”

She asked.

“Oh no, you are not.”

But I was listening

to every single word

that she was saying.

Our roads are not a line anymore.

It has become a parabola somehow- far before the time she left.

I was listening, girl.

You wouldn’t get what I would say back then.

We were not in a line anymore.

Chschhhhh!

My hair says that there is new food! Yeah, this one is a living one, my chemo reception ensures me. I should not talk to you right now. You get it, right? As a pond fish, we don’t have that much living foods near us. When some slips unconsciously into the water, it is the most interesting moment here! So now I don’t have time to say you Hi.

Oh about the hair thing.... Ever heard about lateral line of fish? Maybe you haven’t...Who cares about our anatomy anyway! So there is imaginative line in our side, from head to tail, which is filled with sensory receptors like you. Though my system is better than yours :\

Come on! Swim with me if you want to listen from me. Oh... shhhhhhh! Don’t make sound while swimming. The food is still alive and it may have sensory parts too! I am not sure about that part -_- Becuase I am not that much experienced you know... like a teenager fish. A long long way to go...

What have you just said? Trap? What is a trap?

My mother never told me about that. Actually she vanished somehow in my childhood, did not get enough time to make me “Educated” like Bebla and Tchui.

They are my friends. They always got more than enough food. But recently they vanished too.

Hey human, what are you talking about? How can anyone catch me? I know my business, okay? Let me eat it fast. The food... oh I can see it now.. an earthworm it is! It is still in the midth of the height.... it should fall down slowly... it is not falling. Oh no, it is not a time to think why it is not falling, it is time to grab it real quick.

Please, don’t disturb me. Shut up and let me eat this.

Oh oh oh, my neck. what is this... Who is pulling me upward... a string... ahhh ahh ahh, who the fuck pulled me above water... I can’t breathe... HELP!! What the shit is happenning..

You should’ve told me about this mother.. It is really hard to stay alive above water.. Fu ckhhi ng Human... I canh’t tahk.... Maih time has cohm.. soh earlyy..

Ahm cohming mahdar.....

#I #Am #Coming #Mother

#Another #Fish #Perspective

Ok... I know this is unusual...

But I am a Pen-Cap, another elite member of Ankon’s messy table. I am saying, YOU, a “Hi!”

Ugggh... you don’t even know what pen-cap is? Well, nothing to be surprised. Normally it is not shown while discussing the anatomy of a pen. It is the plastic made cap, securing the nib, over your ball point pen.

Though my true position should be at the top portion of the pen, I am found more frequently on desk or floor or mouth of Ankon than on the pen. Oh about the mouth thing... usually between the teeth, as a ’Let’s See How Much Pressure You Can Take Challenge”; sometimes also as the cigarette between the lips (yeah, non smokers do that).

The name “Matadeer” is written on my body so I can make an educated guess(!) that this is name of the producer of me and my companion- the ballpoint pen. But over time, I am not sure which pen was my original companion. I get forced to make bond with new pen everyday [:’(], sad right? What to do... Ankon won’t listen to my 5 Hz frequency words. Even sometimes I have to make bond with pens who are not even produced by “Matadeer”, can you believe this madness? If I was the manager of this company, I should make a clear terms and policy paper on this bonding relations :angry:

(And also if possible an extra policy paper on sandwiching pen-caps between teeth)

Fortunately, Ankon did not bought me ten years earlier. I found some skeletons of pen-caps of that time. Obviously they are broken and they aren’t talkative like me. I had to do some research and trace back their CNA(!) to find out what happened to them. And what I found is the most disturbing findings in the world. Ankon made “War Equipments and Structures” with them -_-. He forced more than 20 pen-caps one inside of another to form a stable structure. And after making the structures, he generally gave force over them to see the stable structuring breaking and the caps moving in light-speed. Undoubtedly, dark times....

Oh please fuck you Ankon, don’t put me again now between your teeth :angry:. Your saliva sucks.

#forced #and #failed #comedy

#story #of #a #pen #cap