dear diary
here we stand, arm in arm. a pathetic sight. my body old and feeble.. no more than four feet high. my skin hanging from my bones like drapes left for ages.. gathering dust.. becoming brittle. my eyes have lost their glow and, i fear, in a few weeks time, perhaps sight as well.
but its not as if you're a sight to behold. your jaw is slightly askew that you appear to find even the most heartbreaking things amusing. your hair is in clumps.. falling off at the slightest exertion of force against their roots. but nothing could ever prepare anyone for the size of your ears. they are massive things. at your prime they would have seemed wing-like and predatory. and yet like a bird of prey that has grown too old... they are now only sad reflections of themselves. they long for better times and the gentle touch of cotton buds dipped in oil.
you tower over me because i am so little.. your frame of five feet seems massive, especially on my bad days, when the pull of gravity is strong and my bones are weak. you serve as my shade as we stand here on the dock. we hold hands and yet we are of the same gender. we look like a gay couple wishing for the return of the vigor of youth and the happiness that only a good ass-fuck could bring.
you smile as you read my thoughts in the lines of my face that you have come to know so well.
the waves crash upon the shore, slowly eating away at a sand castle built there this morning by some kid we know. we talk about the kid and his retardation.. his simple-minded ways that always brings many minutes of uncontrollable laughter. we wish that we were in his place. so content with his meager vocabulary of "ahghs" and "ethhs" that seem ample explanation for even the most perplexing tribulations of life. so content with his sand castle of ill-proportioned dimensions, and skewed angles, and knights made of dried-up coral. but the knights nor the castle could not have withstood the relentless assault of wave, after wave, after wave..
the sand castle is almost completely gone.
and as we stood there...
we realized (as we held each others hands a bit tighter),
soon enough.. so will we.
but its not as if you're a sight to behold. your jaw is slightly askew that you appear to find even the most heartbreaking things amusing. your hair is in clumps.. falling off at the slightest exertion of force against their roots. but nothing could ever prepare anyone for the size of your ears. they are massive things. at your prime they would have seemed wing-like and predatory. and yet like a bird of prey that has grown too old... they are now only sad reflections of themselves. they long for better times and the gentle touch of cotton buds dipped in oil.
you tower over me because i am so little.. your frame of five feet seems massive, especially on my bad days, when the pull of gravity is strong and my bones are weak. you serve as my shade as we stand here on the dock. we hold hands and yet we are of the same gender. we look like a gay couple wishing for the return of the vigor of youth and the happiness that only a good ass-fuck could bring.
you smile as you read my thoughts in the lines of my face that you have come to know so well.
the waves crash upon the shore, slowly eating away at a sand castle built there this morning by some kid we know. we talk about the kid and his retardation.. his simple-minded ways that always brings many minutes of uncontrollable laughter. we wish that we were in his place. so content with his meager vocabulary of "ahghs" and "ethhs" that seem ample explanation for even the most perplexing tribulations of life. so content with his sand castle of ill-proportioned dimensions, and skewed angles, and knights made of dried-up coral. but the knights nor the castle could not have withstood the relentless assault of wave, after wave, after wave..
the sand castle is almost completely gone.
and as we stood there...
we realized (as we held each others hands a bit tighter),
soon enough.. so will we.