emilalves

 

 

sometimes i wonder, what do people think of when they think of me?
that weird guy.
that psycho.
that guy thats a bitt psycho but kind of cool.
that guy that did that musical a few years back.

that guy who no one really knows other then him him self.

today i was walking the dog and i see a bunche of people i remember from a few years back.
they stood talking on the edge of a conversation, looking like they were just about to say goodbye.
i come around the corner.
they see me.
and they quickly split.
one guy walks a few steps towards me and quickly makes a turn to the right. before i even had the time to regret the idea of saying hello as normaly as i chould, as "cool" as i chould..
the two other guys started walking as soon that one guy, they walk the same direction as i was. one guy keeps looking back as if he was paranoid over something.. over me.
and then they two make a turn to the left.

 

youre right. some times i don't care what people think. but that depends on  witch person i am with.

if im with you..

 

you see.

i can't read minds.
i can't read people.
but oh boy do i try.
i didn't know what thouse boys were thinking.

no.. i can only speculate.

but it does make you feel peculiar.