Your name blew through my
ears, untouched by grey matter—
captive of the wind.
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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Comments (12)
FFS. lol. Kristen, I like this side of you hahahaha! Brilliant work, pal!
Yep, that is me in a nutshell, karreen….Kara..no wait Kristen.
SO relatable. Happens to me alllll the time. I must be a terrible listener...
I've always had a tough time with names. At church camp I would work so hard that first day to learn everyone's names. The second day I would realize that I learned them according to what clothes they were wearing.
Sooo relatable! Well done! 🩷🙏🤍
I love it when people just take a guess! Or call you an alternate version of your name …ugh. Mostly I just politely ask again though.. the problem is that the above scenario of your Senryu happens yet again! 😅
Janice from accounting (sorry this reminds of an ongoing joke in a show called last week tonight 🤣). Yeah I am terrible with names. Love the line untouched by grey matter, that is so clever!
I'm okay with name but terrible with faces. Like I'll remember your name but I would have forgotten which one is you 🤣🤣🤣
Omg. That is so me. I'm terrible with names. Lol. This is great.
Haha...Untouched by grey matter... Such a cool line for this. 🤩🥇🍻
Ooh😁👍
Omg - every time!