It's sort of funny that I hate not getting closure but never finish my senten— it's always 'almost'. I don't even know what I'm longing for. When I sit quietly I can hear the waves of ambiguity crash softly into my ear drums. How much time will elapse between us? Between all the spaces not yet filled, between all the silent pauses not yet lingered, between all the visceral skin-tight recognition? If people are just mirrors, well maybe I do love myself more than I let on. Maybe I do crave the words scraping against my teeth. Maybe I do see myself as sensual, stirring, alchemy in a scar-littered body. I wonder if this will ever—
About the Creator
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith3 days ago in Humor
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I especially loved the words scraping against my teeth!