if a picture paints

a thousand words

then why can’t i paint you?

the words will never show

the you i’ve come to know

i can’t remember the rest.

my point is this:

if a picture really is worth a thousand words-

what does it say about you, and

what does it say about me?

never have i been more sure of what is right and wrong, and yet

never have i been more unsure.

never have i wanted to be somewhere else more

with someone else

with something else

just

somewhere else.

never have i been more ready

to do what i know is right

and yet

i am not, i do not.

why?

what is worse-

knowing or not knowing?

i cannot decide.

March 26, 2008. MY So-Called Life.

One Comment

  1. sarah replied:

    Then one by one the stars would all go out
    Then you and I would simply fly away….

    yeah..coming here i realized that a lot of truths i held were merely culture

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