"You say you're okay but I saw that look." Scrambling with my pens, lines and bubbles on this page I'm working on. I talk about the tip of that pen like it's the single damn thing I care about. It's crooked just like my smile. So what is it really? "The spaces, the gaps, the pages you skip. What are they for?"
"People disappoint. I'm saving up these pages for the few ones that don't." Whatever that means. Empty spaces everywhere. Here, there, in every single nook and corner, and where you are, too.
"People disappoint. I'm saving up these pages for the few ones that don't." Whatever that means. Empty spaces everywhere. Here, there, in every single nook and corner, and where you are, too.
No comments:
Post a Comment