Saturday, May 7, 2011

I don't have to tell anyone anything

happiness comes in factors of #3

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.

4 comments:

  1. oh, so good. i hope you're chosen, i love this!

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  2. heartbreaking and spine tingling in it's revelation of hearts and selves twinned in their confusion..

    i believe it exists.
    just not everyone finds it.

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  3. you're sitting on words. life is a book.

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