Realize.
Realize that I'm a person. That I breathe and think and feel, touch, embrace.
Know that these hands are meant for holding.
Know that I enjoy being surrounded by the black, the dark, the somber, the alone. Solitary isolation in a four-cornered room.
But only because I enjoy the warmth when you open the door, floodlights flooding light, and I can hardly swim, doggy paddling, bright lights hitting the back of my skull.
And realize that these are real eyes
Even if everything I see is fake, plastic, heavy carbon.
Even if the lights are too light
Even if the darks are too dark
I still see you.
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
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