Thursday, December 4




i watch you walk away. what's it like to have an audience? do you think about the way you move? what are you thinking when you shake your head? what's it like to be a stranger on the street outside my bedroom window?

everyone will be gone in a little over a week. i'll have the house to myself. i'll be very lonely, and very free. i must, i must use this time and space and fill it up. i can't keep just existing. i need to justify the time it takes to say my name.

my toes are curling around the edge of it. i had half and epiphany last night. i'll use the time i have to figure out just how to jump. (hypocrite's epiphany is a good combination of words.)

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