(from january 5, 2010.)
you looked at me in barely-veiled confusion. "what?" you inquired, repeated.
"i am dying."
"bullshit." you didn't believe me.
i barely believed myself.
your anger was to hide your fear, and your rage at me even thinking of succumbing to death. (though i suppose anger & rage could be considered the same.) however, "everyone dies."
"not us. we are young. we are immortal."
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i love this.
ReplyDeleteI...am confused by this. ?_?
ReplyDeletetabitha: why thank you. i like it as well.
ReplyDeleteswiffy: it's prose poetry. take it as you will.