I am taking apart my life and handing it to you in pieces. I am documenting a world that I don't belong to, collecting the evidence so they'll know that I saw it all and still didn't find that place called home. I am leaving you a copy of a copy, a brown square of negative space. I would tell you about vanishing points if I knew how, about lines that expand like bubbles and dissipate on the horizon. I would tell you about goodbyes, about endpoints. But you still believe in forever and I won't be the one to tell you that it doesn't exist.
I wrote this for a competition & I may become a new writer on WJDKYY for a few months.
i love your blog! :)
ReplyDeleteoh, so good. i hope you're chosen, i love this!
ReplyDeleteheartbreaking and spine tingling in it's revelation of hearts and selves twinned in their confusion..
ReplyDeletei believe it exists.
just not everyone finds it.
you're sitting on words. life is a book.
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