Hiccups
Originally Uploaded here by Hurith
The rain has come again. Summer hiccupped, and slipped back into March.
I let the line slacken, for my sanity and for potential drama prevention. The sense of immediacy is gone now, buried beneath distance and distraction. I can catch glimpses of it now and again, if I really try, like light through unfinished wood slats, but I can't try right now. I wonder if it was a moment, a moment that couldn't happen, that I've let slip. Therein lies the real trick though, undo the semantics of it and you'll find the truth of it. I'm worried I'm going to let it slip by choice.
Your voice, it sounds just like hers. It wears at my sanity. I find myself wanting to fold into you, like I did her, and you are quicker to accept affection and friendship. You seem younger, less damaged, but still so persistantly familiar. But it is merely a trick of the light, you are you and not her. There is nothing more to it.
I'm bad at what I have, and I'm good at what I don't.
I'm sad.
Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Rock Plaza Central - Are We Not Horses? (album d/l)