September 28, 2007
I was blinded by the light produced by the structure fire flame and I felt grateful to possess the right to turn and look away and as I relished in my freedom, I overheard somebody say that I'd been turned away so long I couldn't appreciate the fire's violent grace or the way the cracks in the pavement still resemble your lover's face or how you
but you still really want to stay..
the fact that murder can be justified in the name of self- defense
how there's no self- inflicted cure for the feeling of irrelevance.
and how flawless the acting was in the last scene of your life
how you've exchanged your hope of finding love for an avid lust for life
how good you have become at painting on a smile.
HOW LONG DOES IT HAVE TO BE... TO BE CONSIDERED A LONG WHILE ?
And its dangerous that we've become accustomed to microwaveable convenience
how all that redundant talking only leaves you in your silence
.the way we'll never know how it feels to really starve to death
how chilling it can be to feel another's warming breath.
& how your memory (though hazy) recalls exactly how it felt
to be returned like a library book and placed back upon a dusty shelf.