we are only stars
Dec. 24th, 2002 01:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeAnother thing to fall under the "only me" catagorey. I apparently now have a five year old stalker, at work. Some little boy called my extention today, absolutely convinced that he knew me. He wanted me to write his name down and when I asked if his daddy knew he was on the phone, he said yes. But, his mom didn't and I wasn't to tell her. He then also asked if he could call me again. And when I told him no, he told me he didn't like me. But, was going to tell his daddy that I was nice to him.
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I'd clean forgotten about this, up until just now. My mind, the blank slate that it has frequently been, plucked it from the ether and deposited it into my lap. I was sitting in the overstuffed chair when his voice floated back to me, only me being the strange girl I am, I put a sinister spin onto everything. With the right inflection and intonation and a different backdrop, it would make a great scene in a movie. But, as I'm no director and have no designs on becoming one, this is just another film strip in my head that will never see the light of day. I'd write it as a story, but words wouldn't do it justice. It needs to be in a visual medium.
My eyes are burning again, as they have been doing more and more frequently. I don't know if it's the time of the year or the memories that come along with this time of the year. I've broken all my fingernails down and stripped them to the tips of my fingers.
And now, I sit here watching the lights on our wee tree flicker and scatter and fade and burn. Memories and images careen against the fragile walls of my skull. So many ghosts this season. More than usual, I would venture to say. I find dimes, constantly. Thee Pumpkin Girl told me of a Greek folk tale. Finding dimes is a sign of the dead trying to contact you. It's been happening to her, as well. But, who out of my veritable legion is trying to tap the phone? There's entirely too many of them to pinpoint it, nail it down and dissect their names.
'I still harbour so much resentment towards you', I said to him. His pointed face turned away from me in the dim and still light crashing in through a dusty window. 'For the things you did. The things you didn't do. All of it.' I blinked back scalding tears and pushed away from the table where we sat.
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I'd clean forgotten about this, up until just now. My mind, the blank slate that it has frequently been, plucked it from the ether and deposited it into my lap. I was sitting in the overstuffed chair when his voice floated back to me, only me being the strange girl I am, I put a sinister spin onto everything. With the right inflection and intonation and a different backdrop, it would make a great scene in a movie. But, as I'm no director and have no designs on becoming one, this is just another film strip in my head that will never see the light of day. I'd write it as a story, but words wouldn't do it justice. It needs to be in a visual medium.
My eyes are burning again, as they have been doing more and more frequently. I don't know if it's the time of the year or the memories that come along with this time of the year. I've broken all my fingernails down and stripped them to the tips of my fingers.
And now, I sit here watching the lights on our wee tree flicker and scatter and fade and burn. Memories and images careen against the fragile walls of my skull. So many ghosts this season. More than usual, I would venture to say. I find dimes, constantly. Thee Pumpkin Girl told me of a Greek folk tale. Finding dimes is a sign of the dead trying to contact you. It's been happening to her, as well. But, who out of my veritable legion is trying to tap the phone? There's entirely too many of them to pinpoint it, nail it down and dissect their names.
'I still harbour so much resentment towards you', I said to him. His pointed face turned away from me in the dim and still light crashing in through a dusty window. 'For the things you did. The things you didn't do. All of it.' I blinked back scalding tears and pushed away from the table where we sat.