picture postcards
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Have you ever felt left out? Like the whole world is in on something and you're the only one who's not a part of it? Right now, life feels like that.I'm this exhibit behind the glass panels and I see and know what everyone out there on the other side is doing; I feel every drop of their sweat, every tear they shed, that shred of happiness expressed in that wisp of a smile...but all of that doesn't belong to me. It's theirs. It's as if everything that is mine is just on loan, nothing is concrete enough for the memory to hold. my friendships, my sanity...everything's so intangible now. I can't seem to hold on to anything for long. When you're behind that glass panel, it's as good as being absent. I see you fall but I can't catch you, not now, not ever...I don't want to lose you, I don't want to see you cry. Maybe it's time we said goodbye so that if things came to a point of no return, we'd turn around and smile and say, "yeah, I knew it was coming..."
