Tuesday, April 26, 2011

I don't have anything to tell you.

I don't go there anymore. I pick up the pen and put it back down again. When I found out I didn't even cry. I wrote about who I thought I was, who I thought I could be. I wrote it in white chalk over the black pavement that hardened over my life and the rain came. Do you think, maybe I could find it again, perhaps if I put my face against the ground? I could soak into the earth, drip down into its core and swell its searing flame. I could crack open the earth and scoop the chalk water out if I cupped my hands.
Stop.
There I go. I lost myself again, it slipped right out through the soles of my shoes. The earth swallowed it whole and here I am telling you about it, trying to get it back.
Erase.
I don't have anything to tell you.
I don't go there anymore.

6 comments:

  1. this scares me
    'it slipped right out through the soles of my shoes'
    wow

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  2. "I could soak into the earth, drip down into its core and swell its searing flame."

    How I've wished for this lately, <3

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  3. You write so beautifully, even if you don't see it as that.
    "it slipped right out through the soles of my shoes"

    I think you'd be perfect to try out for this blog: wejusthaventfoundyouyet.blogspot.com

    you can enter here:
    http://theinkyfingerfiles.blogspot.com/2011/04/wjdkyy-recruiting.html

    It would mean the world to me if you tried out.

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  4. this is so relevant to my life right now.

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