Monday, January 10, 2011

Worlds and windows

photo by alan del rio
The last time I saw her I told her that I didn't expect it to last forever. I told her that I was going to get lost again, find my stability quivering like Janga blocks and sometimes I would get so sad that I would lay awake all night, playing music in the dark and struggle to get out of bed in the mornings and I'd stop eating and people would start to talk again.
Fear was the puppet master and I was just a puppet attached to the strings. It could grab hold of me, make me seize up, and snatch at my eyes until I couldn't see clearly. Fear was frozen inside of me, paralyzed like an ice cube bursting and expanding, making me sink.
July 11th, 2010

4 comments:

  1. the part about ice expanding reminded me a lot of concrete sidewalks that crack in winter time.

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  2. This is so beautiful and so heartbreaking, the last lines especially. I hate this feeling. I hope things are okay right now for you. xo.

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  3. i love the similies and metaphors you use
    it makes it remarkably vivid

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