I look at you when no one else is home, I put my fingers up against you and try to push myself out of this box I've created for myself. Inside this room there are no doors, there are no windows. It's only you and me. If I breathe in heavily enough with my back against the floor you slip off the roof and onto the backyard. Sometimes you fall off the house and smash the surrounding fence painted badly so long ago. When this happens I get to see the sky in all its glory, the hovering trees looking down on the room and waving sensibly. The clouds passing by look down as well and say goodbye just as quickly as they came. The light dims down, the moon comes out, the stars twinkle in. It's all a twirl of day and night shifting over and over again past my eyes. Only when you disappear my dear ceiling. Only when you disappear.
Sincerely,
Anahi
This is amazing.
ReplyDeleteYou're always so supportive of my writing, and so I thought I'd return to favor. I admit to always lurking on your blog but never commenting; I'm such a creep! Honestly, though, this is so poetic. I can see it so clearly in my mind's eye; it's quite cinematic. Brilliant, as always.
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