Wednesday, September 07, 2005

2:34

You start to wonder what happens when you're taken off the menu? Silly because you were never on the menu. Too bland, too ordinary, too salty from all the crying. And so you go to sleep and dream and wander. In your dreams you meet all the words that failed you and all the words that sufficed. What if I try harder as I did a long long long time ago? You kick the thoughts around like dirt, they make nice little explanations for how you feel. But it's still dirt, the heavier form of dust and smoke, the common and unwanted form of ordinary. You shrug your shoulders, you sigh, you spread your self as thinly as a veil on a mountain of thorns. You do all the things you've learned so well to do everytime you feel this way.

1 Comments:

Blogger in-in said...

I used to read you back in the mid-aughts. I find your words beautiful and comforting and also crushing. I hope you write more.

10:04 AM  

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