Thursday, July 13, 2006
silver and red

it's easy to be someone else when you spend all day at home. reading about ruined, bitter and miserable people, crying and not knowing whether the tears fall for them or yourself, eating peanut butter slowly out of a jar. speaking less than ten sentences in eight hours. staring at the bruise that never healed. never having to face a mirror. or smile. because no one's watching and you're alone, and there's the spicy floral scent of a gift in the air.

all the wrong places, so many faces and too few traces.

and tomorrow, i'll be me again. sitting in class trying to understand what i didn't learn today. arguing about fictional characters and what to buy at borders after school. missing friends like amputated limbs. laughing, because laughter comes easily.

the way you would pare an apple.
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