Sunday, September 13, 2009

Asking dumb questions

I always wonder, will it end with a whimper or a bang? Because everything ends, eventually. Waiting for my words to come to a boil. It’s funny how I never think it will happen like this. Life isn’t made of complete sentences. People stutter and clear their throats and think I should know. It’s always about what doesn’t get said.

I want the butterfly to sneeze. I’m going to go back in time and swat every mosquito. So these walls will finally cave in on a world I don’t recognize. Just a clumsy girl with a heart made of glass.

I guess forever isn’t as long as I thought.

1 comment:

  1. definitely not dumb questions... but maybe I'll offer random answers...

    no one applauds the opera singer for clearing his throat

    and if you grow bees the birds may bring honey and fill your glass heart

    hope that you're alright