Saturday, September 15, 2007

One Night Standoff

First words and first steps. Mine were behind closed doors... without credit. It's funny... the way that you can clean yourself up and still be treated as if you are soiled. Right now, I'm the straight line that some keep trying to smudge. Everything to them comes down to the decimal point. My change is just something between the cushions in their eyes.

Sometimes I feel like the new haircut that goes unnoticed... the new shirt that gives you confidence yet only draws ridicule.

Believe me when I say that I've tried to die. My curse is this word "forever" that is written all over me. My failure isn't in the passions that I have, but in my lack of control of them. I've been fighting demons alone and I'm ok with that. I have comebacks for miles.

My grandfather was an artist. He was carving a pair of dolphins out of stone for me when he passed. Although incomplete, it's the most beautiful thing in my life. I can only hope that you'll see me in the same way some day.

"We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked up at each other for the last time." -Jack Kerouac