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"she says i'm not there for her i picture her walking through a mansion opening each door expecting to find me there's an 8x10 photo of me on the left pane of each window in every room i am nohere to be found she finally descends into the basement the furnace is humming the floor is cold, lifeless concrete there are spiderwebs and dust heaps an abandoned science project that smells of vinegar bags of clothes intended for the salvation army and a milk crate where sits this very jounral in which i am now writing it catches her eye like the sighting of a nest on an aimless stroll she picks it up contemplating her audacity and finds herself here on this very page she feels she is being watched she looks over her left shoulder a ladybug sits there she is now caught between these words and an animal instinct that informs her of a predator she realizes that i am there somewhere she skims through these words for hints of my whereabouts I LOVE YOU 'so what' she thinks as she reads on 'where are you when i need you? this is not a nurturing relationship we're not here for each other' THEN WHY ELSE ARE WE HERE? she closes the book frustrated and walks towards the furnace she slowly opens the door i am there lost in a vision unable to decipher the fire that burns me from the page that writes me"
-saul williams.
-saul williams.