post-it

It's those little yellow squares that
could stick on any dry surface.
post-its. I write on those.
and I stick them on walls, like labels.
I stick one on the television,
or right over my heart.

why?

just tripping I guess.
I'm like a kid who needs to know which is which.
you see, I'am lost. only a few things makes sense.
and these 200 sticky sheets gives me aesthetic reasons
to the things around me.

I like writing short messsages on it.
for example
:call back (some person)
or
:don't forget to lock the doors and
there are leftovers in the fridge.

I like to draw on them or
even make scribbles of things. unidentified things.
sometimes they are sharp, sometimes curved
sometimes curly and sometimes they are alive
and wanting to get out of the paper.

but most of the time, I only write words on them
all 200 sheets of small, squared, yellow paper.
then I just post-it, just like what its name suggests.

I write crazy, and stick it at the back of my dad.
I write weird, and stick it on the toilet.
I write funny, and stick it on the oven toaster. then I laugh.
or I write happy, and stick it on the palm of my hand.
then I slap my head and heart repeatedly.

all those 200 yellow squares.. I wanted to give meaning to everything.
but all of a sudden, I stopped. this one single post-it made
me realize that I couldn't give meaning to everything. it told me
to stop and figure out things for myself. that certain
post-it is still there,
waiting for its time to be defined.

what was written on it?

love