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I have left your line of vision. You’ve taken off without looking back. A final decision. Perhaps we’ll meet again, both of us different,
By BrettNotGreg2 years ago in Poets
Mom, dad… I’m a little confused. About what? Yes honey, what’s the matter? She is a girl, he is a boy, but they do not define themselves as either.
Thank you for showing me what it was like to love… I mean, like, really love. Even if only for a brief moment, I remember feeling whole.
One of these days, poverty will not be a part of every pay period. Eventually, everything will become exceedingly easier. Without a doubt, the words I have written will win me wonders beyond my wildest fantasies. Wealth, even.
I haven’t forgotten About the crowd, or the bartenders girlfriend who hasn’t seen me in a while. I haven’t forgotten about the awkward exchange with the Uber driver once I entered his car.
Unable to capture any kind of motivation. Nope. Today I lack creativity. I’ve tried seemingly every remedy for this. Nonetheless, I cannot shake this block.
To wait is to suffer. To exist in stagnancy is an act of misery. I write in hopes to uncover the reason behind this state. This sensation of impatience makes no sense to me.
I stare at the massive collection of your bones, meticulously organized to paint your image, and I’m struck with further curiosity:
Today, like so many others, was that spot underneath the trees on an otherwise scorching venture. Ah, yes. Today, I caught my breath, wiped away the sweat, and drank my water.
How I long for a temporary escape that takes me away from this city. A journey to a different time zone, where things are not so familiar.
You were in my dream, the protagonist. No face to admire, no body either, simply an indescribable feeling that I long to capture. Do you really exist?
The heavy wooden door lets out a high-pitched squeak, followed by a small creak, and then a short, but thunderous slam. Upon entry, the host, in a soft-spoken, chipper demeanor, assists each guest accordingly.
