Just a little closer. Too close to avoid misunderstandings. Mistakes and memories. Too close to create new ones. New moments. More mayhem. More quiet blanks and broken faces. Faces that cannot be exposed. Naked and vulnerable. Clearly readable. Clearly falling apart. Clearly, easily hidden. Easily tossed into the bin. The inappropriate bin of nothingness. Nothing that can be mentioned. Not anymore. Not with the degree of closeness. Too close to withhold a smile. A tiny content smile. One filled with amusement. The secret sign of relief. Just a little closer now. Close enough to slowly edge away from all that is you.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
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