Confession#1
Sometimes I am so afraid of loosing the ones I hold dear to me that I cry at night and write in my journal like ten pages about them.
One of my many thoughts today.
So many people have come and gone from my life,his life,her life, everybody’s life. All we can do is “plan for the worst, hope for the best” and be glad we have known those now unfamiliar faces. Without them I wouldn’t be who I am today. Thank you.
“In the middle of the day,
when you drive home to your place from that job that makes you sleep
back to the thoughts that keep you awake long after
night has come to claim any light that still remains
in the corner of the frame that you put around her face.”
Curl up in a Ball
They arrive.
And before they were here I was pretty glad.
I was contempt and in a pretty good mood.
Now all this rage and fire flicker within me.
My eyes light up with the strongest shade of ebony.
I’m cold, I can’t feel anymore.
I try to tell myself that they’re human too.
That they’re just like me and you.
But it doesn’t work.
So I fall to my knees and cry.
Curl up in a ball in the bathroom of an empty building,
And bang my head against the wall.
Then when I finally calm down,
I rest my head against the cold floor.
I can’t accept the fact that they exist.
Sometimes I hate them.
