somewhere in between the sighs and the whispers
there lives a million insecurities pulsating softly but still loud enough with such
intensity that it can only be heard by the ghosts of our pasts,
the skeletons in our closets, the photographs on the wall.
the walls are listening closely, and i'm pathetically longing for some sign, hoping
that i'll hear some sound advice murmured though the vents by some kind stranger
just passing by.
unrelated:
trying to use this more, ask me questions or just add me.
http://www.formspring.me/spookyguts
am i a kind stranger?
ReplyDeleteam i in your vents?
i can't be sure
you could be that stranger.
ReplyDeletei went to whisper some 'sound advice' but then i realised i have none
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Alas, any advice that seemed sound at the time I got it, whether it was through the vents or another kind of orifices, proved to be pure bullshit in the long run, so I ceased to listen to them long ago.
ReplyDeleteSarah, you know, I have never eaten your favorite food, either Korean or American. Too many things to try on this planet! Sometimes it bothers me very much.
well, you should try everything just for the hell of it. try as much as you can just because.
ReplyDeleteit's okay james, we're all learning as we go.
ReplyDeletekeep writing. this is beautiful. ill be sure to keep coming back here. thank you.
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