Thursday, February 3, 2011

.don't cry, you liar.

i have so much going through my head.
but it's late.
and as soon as i formulated these thoughts into sentences
with funny sadness and biting remarks in the car...
as soon as i sit down to write them they leave me.
perhaps i'm tired of crying for the night.
perhaps i'm just tired.

i want to write a letter.
a letter to the charachter i continue to give power to in my life.
a letter to him.
and a letter to me.

i want to tell you about lying.

i want to tell you about how someone honked at me tonight. they were beside me. and i was crying and looking at my phone. and i don't know why they honked. the light was red. i don't know why they honked.

i want to tell you about the past.


where do i start?

a letter.