I marveled in having been a draft
for the past year.
Looking at myself at different angles,
laughing as things that seemed
to be at the tip of my tongue
played hide & seek
using the ripples & different
chambers of my mind
that I haven't even explored yet
to hide from me, but
when I found them
they were never alone, often being that they've found
something hidden,
an artifact, an aha moment
I was oblivious to its existence.
When you find me for the first time
you'll recognize the puffy red contorted eyes behind my glasses.
You'll see the tissues.
You'll see that I've turned into tears.
You'll wonder if I've gone crazy,
but I'll savior to you that myself
was left on the page.
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