Monday, December 24, 2012

Walking Sockless Through Forgotten Memory Lanes



Diary of a 19-Year Old

I know. I’m very hard to talk to. I realise that.
I know. I said I was done with whining. I realise that.
I know. I will look at cable lines and just keep looking. I realise that.
I know. I’m holding on to some figment of my imagination. I realize that.
I know. I will hold this closer to me because it’s all I have left. I realise that.
I know. I will never completely let it sink in, because I’m scared. I realise that.
I know. I will stop doing all the things we did together, because it hurts. I realise that.
I know. I will hurt myself in so many ways because you aren’t here to stop me. I realise that.


I know. This seems to be all about me and my inability to handle this. I realise that.
I know. I come across as self-pitying, selfish, sentimental and just plain emo. I realise that.

But.

We know. That they will never know. That they will never understand. That they will search everyday for this. They realise that.
So let them laugh.  Because living is messy.  But I will run away to Venice some day. And you will be there waiting for me.

Question: Do they have internet where you are?

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1 comment:

  1. I love you almost as much as I love this. Just realized that.

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