Wednesday, June 04, 2008


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.

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