Rabu, 13 Mei 2009

Listening

I was traveling my mind when the song started. I stared, don’t know exactly what I was staring. I kept my self discussing and fighting things. I was still far from my course place. I took a breath and tried to connect to the real world and it worked.

I listened to One Republic's songs just like usual. Prodigal, my best song of the album. I thought about friends, things, homework, and even the most unimportant thought I’ve ever thought.

It’s about someone who listens to people thoughts. You must have watched twilight movie, right? I was wondering is there someone that really listening to people thoughts? Like Edward Cullen does?

I got a friend, Tasha is her name. people said to me Tasha’s mother can read minds. I just knew it two months ago but I met her mom four months ago. Ya, I think she listened to mine, too. What was I thinking that day?

There is no privacy to us. As a daughter, Tasha couldn’t hide a thing even if she really don’t want her mom to know from her. It’s hard, very hard, to believe it.

Imagine, when you think your love life, and that means something you always hide from him, and he listens to your mind, what will you do? Go to hospital and then change your face, huh? Too bad.

Issues say my teacher at school does listen minds. I usually meet him on Friday, technology and communication class. When he entered the class, I started to stare at him and say ‘Can you read my mind? Can you read my mind? Can you? Answer me, sir. Can you read my mind?’.

And oh god, he stared back. He walked to my chairs, and sat next to me. I just could see his back because he sat to the left.

After I said my words, he looked at me like he was called by someone. Yeah of course, it was me. I met his gaze and his eyes looked like he had answered my question before. And then I smiled hesitantly and nodded.

He stood up after I thought he really listened to mine, and he went back to his chair in front of the class.

When I thought something, I talked to my someone who listens to mind.
“please, don’t listen.” I said like a silly child.

What did they do so they can listen to minds, actually?

And I got to my course place. My thoughts in car was so interesting, but I had to study that time so I couldn’t think of it over and over. Sometimes I think it again, again, and again.

Keep your minds safe, guys
Alma

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