(no subject)
Everything I’ve written, I’ve erased.
I can liberate my fingers till they bleed.
And so it knows nothing of me. There are no titles or entries. There are no dates or thoughtful fonts with pasty colors or attentive notes stuck to margins. There are no doodles or tears, or pencil shavings, or highlights of importance.
But each night, it stares at me and I stare at it, and we work things out; together.
I will erase this.
I can liberate my fingers till they bleed.
And so it knows nothing of me. There are no titles or entries. There are no dates or thoughtful fonts with pasty colors or attentive notes stuck to margins. There are no doodles or tears, or pencil shavings, or highlights of importance.
But each night, it stares at me and I stare at it, and we work things out; together.
I will erase this.