February 2012
6 posts
Dear Sir, may I just take a moment of your time?
I know that is a big favor to ask,
especially since time has a way of stealing itself away from me.
You want to wave me off
as just a stranger passing by on the street with little to nothing to do with you;
I can see it in your stance.
But you can’t.
You see, I am not just some random mess of a person
who happens to appear on the street corner...
I can change my hair,
I can change my clothes,
I can even change the way they transpose,
but in the end and most of all
I can’t change the way they fall
into one big glob of nothing, nothing at all.
“If you hear a song that makes you cry and you don’t want to cry anymore, you...”
– Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why (via usremainsimpossible)
“I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or...”
– The Bell Jar (Sylvia Plath)