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Somewhere there's a box with all the answers overflowing from its cardboard sides labeled "No more questions." in thick, black Sharpie. And under my bed sits a box with all my sins... forest green jealousy clay red anger and magenta infidelities all molded into crayons that sketch pictures of butterflies turned to monsters. And on the high shelf in your closet, is a box of all your excuses; dusted and worn each sugar-coated word and lie-laden sentence sit in neat piles waiting for your next failed relationship to run its course; for your fingers to dial for my voice once again. Somewhere, sits a box with all the answers high on a mountain buried beneath everything that went wrong. |
I have these boxes too... of answers, sins and excuses all stashed away for no-one to see but me. You make this very vivid and sharp(ie)-like... such melancholy. A beautifully concise piece. Peace, ![]() Jase | Posted on 2007-03-23 00:00:00 | by alteredlife | [ Reply to This ] | I absolutly loved this! It started with something simple, a box, and you molded it beautifully. I really enjoyed the way you used the colors and how it started and ended on the same vibe. | | Posted on 2007-03-18 00:00:00 | by isis_lenore | [ Reply to This ] | great write awsome read. thanks for the comment. i hope to read more by you soon. keep posting.... | ,....... .... ?/// ??? tina | Posted on 2007-02-07 00:00:00 | by ladiesplanet1 | [ Reply to This ] | |