December 2011
3 posts
Rationalization →
The truth is: I am only half here. I am one of those people who tend to become invisible with time, soaking into everything that surrounds me - into the smoke of cigarettes, into blinking christmas tree lights, into still glowing wicks. Dark red, the glow. I am only half here, and soon, soon I will be gone completely.
When someone you love is gone, dead, you will wait for them to return. You will see them standing right in front of you in the grocery store line whipping back an forth in slow impatience. Or you will see them with their white earphones in dark subway train window reflections. Every time, you will not concentrate properly on something, you will see them. This is what life becomes: a series of...