July 7, 2012

A narrative, a poem, or something of utter insignificance

Sometimes I wish I wasn't different.

Sometimes, as I sit alone at lunch I wish that my two
best friends weren't a pen and paper.

Sometimes I wish I could show myself;
come out from behind a curtain,
and allow hundreds of pages to fan out.

Sometimes I wish I could sing so that maybe
who I am could be more beautiful.
I wish I could leave.
Take the key off the shelf and just leave.

Run
Fly
Where somebody could see me.
Really.
Possible?

No.

Tortured?
Yes.

Sometimes I wish I could feel sixteen.

Sometimes I wish I was a firefly.

(Sometimes I wish I was beautiful)

Fireflies.
Nobody has ever once complained about them being
unbeautiful.

The juxtaposition is astounding.

A world of opposites I live.
I breathe.
Sometimes I wish that somebody

anybody(?)

could understand.


do I make myself clear?

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