Tall Tales

Whispers where they do not belong, there is a whisper that wakes the sleeping but the answer hits rejection more times than not. Nought. Naught. Mathematical scientific calculations hit hard lined up after a ring. Ring, ring.

“Where you at?”

‘Are you? Are you?’ Oui, answers do not give replies that take the expectation to its place that is found initially. Oops. There it is. The bedroom. There’s more. Ooh, oui. There is a sound no one hears when it is delayed in response; just because. It is me, right there. On me. It is as it is. Pleases to give thanks, please – it is an excuse to the rejection. Exit. Know better where it fits to know manners. There, there is the door.

‘Can I walk out?’ There is no need for a request where manners are required, just walk through. Take the plunge rather than the seat. There is nothing above the choice to walk away when it is more than necessary for action to respond in place of reaction. Pleases, reactions. Manners in mannerisms. Let go. Live and let live, there is a coming where it does not mean a biblical context to be taken to heights that are unnecessary; chill. There is no need to over-react. Stop overreacting. Oh, please. That is enough. Tired in the daily, where is the fun this time?