"Roses. Plastic."
Y. Misdaq

He looked at her face seeing plastic. Oozing from her laughter and sentences, he was second-hand smoking it.

Gaseous plastic is the worst kind. It seeps into your mind like lust in the times you don't trust. Shuffling it's way towards you like a green bush with somebody hiding behind it. Penetrating your being through small sins and innocuous comments, penetrating your pores.

She looked at his face seeing roses. He smelled fresh. His kindness had made her. These precious moments he gave her outside the club were all she had. Her mobile looked at his mobile and fell for it. He was a flower, he was loved by her.

*

"So, I better get going, the lads all wanna go back home and drink some more!"
'can she see I want to go?'

"Ohhh, you naughty boy, well don't drink too much, wouldn't want you getting into any trouble!"
'can he see that I wish he would stay here with me?'

"Actually I don't drink."

"Really? Wow, that's so amazing! Is it like, a religious thing?"

"Yeah, yeah it is."

"Yeah. Wow."

'I guess she's not that bad…'
"Well I have to go…………..listen, can I say something to you?

"Of course, what?"
'please say something nice, please.'

"Men…. I mean, they're not that important, you know what I mean? I've been single for a long time, and I like it. I don't need women. I really don't. It's like, you can still be happy without a man, you know what I mean?"
'did that sound all right?'

"Wow. Yeah… Your right!"
'he's so interesting! Oh, I love him so much!'

*

There is a machine inside a school that sells chocolates. Sometimes the children don't have the right change to get the chocolates they want. So they rock the machine. So they put fake money in the machine. So they try to trick the machine into giving them what they want. Those kids never realise that machines have feelings too. The machines have seen it all before. The machines know the ways of the kids, the wants of the kids, and after all the abuse it goes through, it still wishes it could give the kids what they wanted. It still wishes it could go against it's very nature and please everybody. Releasing all of it's chocolate for free, creating smiles and delirious frenzies of happiness at lunch-time. But it can't. The machine can't go against it's nature. It's just a machine. It's just a machine.

It's just a human.

It needs to be understood.
It needs to be understood.

By Y. Misdaq
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