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Monday, January 17, 2011

untitled (I'm not deep, I just think more than all of you.)

another thursday evening and it's drizzling. commuters weave their way through blurry bright lights and false smiles under the grey sky. it is quiet and all is silent, save the sporadic dripdripdr-i-p-ping of raindrops hitting the pavement coupled with the monotonous drone of cars and buses. there's grace under their masks and you're trying to hide the tape which holds you together that's sticking out of your mask. a little glimmer of light from above catches your eye and you deviate from the path, dragging me along with the invisible thread we've bound each other with. as we continue, you smile, walking crookedly and concentrating on your own happiness.

what a miserable day it is, for several reasons we can't tell. we continue walking. but upward, not forward. it is nearly dark and all i can see is our shadows but you say you can see my colour, and it is dark grey. when i ask what about yours, you say you cannot see. i quietly mumble that we probably are not able to see ourselves and tonight, indeed, i feel stronger and more sinister, deeper, darker, more evil.

then you stop, high above in view of the city skyline. a cool breeze ruffles your precious dark brown curls. all the years of living in a daze and flurry of work, the only moments of real clarity that return, are the moments spent with you. it feels terrible to be alone and i thank god for you, i thank god for you. you've been so good to me. but what i'm going to do what i should not do, but for you, i will. teary-eyed, i take a step back as you take a step forward, leaving us two steps apart. i look away.

black-inked wings;
the horizon's edge
kissing you

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