.echoes.

a million words flutter about my head like confused butterflies in a summery haze

12.25.2005

i felt it in the sheets as they folded-
he said,
'you have this incredible knack for
feeling people;
you have this knack for making people feel.'
i believed him.
light is blinding sometimes
in this perpetual dark;
i blinded him.
i have this incredible knack
for making people blind.
he said he searched for
the answers from the
shadow puppets dancing seductive
on the wall.
this is a long hallway
thick with questions
begging questions
demanding answers.
he said
i have this incredible knack
for showing him blind.
he said
'i feel.'

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