How do you put feelings on a page? How can you keep words from losing their real meaning or becoming lost in the translation? Can you really feel me? My concern? My frustration? My fears? My self hatred? My love? My hopes? My anger? My faith? How can I help you understand that there is nothing between us? No walls, no lies, no secrets, no masks. Just empty space. Just us. Would it become real for you if the paper were left soaking wet? Would you trust me if I dipped my pen in my veins and wrote the words in my own blood? Would that be enough to make you believe again?
Will you ever believe again?
My eyes are bloodshot and my arms are scarred.
Let me try once more....
p.s. Soggy paper falls apart and your hands are stained red. Do you feel me now?
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Life is just a metaphor.
4 comments:
What do I feel?
I feel a wet, steady trickle. A burning, crisp pressure on my forehead and arms. A cavern about the ribcage so deep any rustle of fabric echoes endlessly. A cherry red liqueur coloring my view of this world.
But I'm not sure if these sensations come from you or from myself or some place where such pronouns hold no meaning.
I am loose and complacent at the moment. I must take advantage of this for it will soon fade.
I hope you find the trap door soon. The key is in the left cup of your bra, I swear to you.
There is something about you.... Something I feel beyond what our trite English vocabulary allows us to express.
Care for another cigarette? I'll leave it here for you whilst I go smoke my own.
.....Je t'aime, mademoiselle!! :) :)
Your words could very well rival....NABOKOV.
And that's a gargantuan feat. :)
I very like this one... it's deep, dark, and delicious.
I use a lot of box cutters in my job, you've just given me an idea how I should sign for my deliveries. Maybe then I won't have so much work to do.
Love you, my sock-wearing friend!
- Sis Midnite aka Nik@Nite
Post a Comment