a letter.
so i am having a gallery show in the fall. how exciting. i am going to paint upwards of one hundred 5 by 5 paintings on paper. inkwashes and line. each one will be a different littel animal or person. they will all be saying something in a word bubble in backwards handwriting. each painting will say a line from a story i wrote and they will be put in order so you walk around the gallery and read the story backwards. i might hand out little mirrors so people can read them faster, or i might not. any ways, the story is either going to be a sad love letter or a crazy beat story that i will get my friends to write once i get them drunk off of wine. raar raar. here is the sad love letter.
dear margarite,
the second time around.
and things didn’t change at all.
you told me you loved me.
i never felt it.
you told me you would do anything for me.
i’m still waiting.
i should have said something.
i should have done someting.
if we could go back in time and slow it down.
so the conversations never end.
the fires never burn out.
and the sun never rises.
if the night could last forever.
maybe we would have been ok.
i suppose i can start over.
in some desert town.
with dead flowers and broken windows.
i’ll spend the days rescuing snails.
and the nights shooting pistols at the moon.
i do need something new.
something frighteningly new.
i’m sorry i get in the way.
in the way of helping everyone else.
in the way of making everyone else happy.
i promise it will never happen again.
my hands are dead.
my eyes are dead.
my heart is dead.
all because of you.
you and your negligence.
and all those secrets.
and answers to those secrets.
please keep your secrets to yourself.
i don’t want them anymore.
i am tired of it all.
tired of feeling alone.
tired of waking up with bruises.
tired of trying to fix the unfixable.
but maybe it is my fault.
i am too elusive.
one minute you are mine.
the next minute i want nothing to do with you.
maybe it is both our fault.
we are both so brutal.
i guess that is what we had in common.
i guess that is what attracted us to each other.
an attraction like that is bound to end in disaster.
although it was a slow disaster.
you said you were sorry.
i have not heard from you since.
so i will take the desert.
you can have the sea.
but it won’t be the same without you.
and i hope the sea is lonely without me.
i hope your ship sinks.
i hope i can see your emergency flares from where i am.
i won’t answer them.
that night i will hold my breath and drown with you.
i might have loved you.
i guess we will never know.
thanks for everything.
sincerely, edward.
good? or should i go for beat dialoge. aaah i don't know!
meanwhile. i have been waking up with cuts and bruises too much. i need to stop falling off my bike and beating up washing machines.
dear margarite,
the second time around.
and things didn’t change at all.
you told me you loved me.
i never felt it.
you told me you would do anything for me.
i’m still waiting.
i should have said something.
i should have done someting.
if we could go back in time and slow it down.
so the conversations never end.
the fires never burn out.
and the sun never rises.
if the night could last forever.
maybe we would have been ok.
i suppose i can start over.
in some desert town.
with dead flowers and broken windows.
i’ll spend the days rescuing snails.
and the nights shooting pistols at the moon.
i do need something new.
something frighteningly new.
i’m sorry i get in the way.
in the way of helping everyone else.
in the way of making everyone else happy.
i promise it will never happen again.
my hands are dead.
my eyes are dead.
my heart is dead.
all because of you.
you and your negligence.
and all those secrets.
and answers to those secrets.
please keep your secrets to yourself.
i don’t want them anymore.
i am tired of it all.
tired of feeling alone.
tired of waking up with bruises.
tired of trying to fix the unfixable.
but maybe it is my fault.
i am too elusive.
one minute you are mine.
the next minute i want nothing to do with you.
maybe it is both our fault.
we are both so brutal.
i guess that is what we had in common.
i guess that is what attracted us to each other.
an attraction like that is bound to end in disaster.
although it was a slow disaster.
you said you were sorry.
i have not heard from you since.
so i will take the desert.
you can have the sea.
but it won’t be the same without you.
and i hope the sea is lonely without me.
i hope your ship sinks.
i hope i can see your emergency flares from where i am.
i won’t answer them.
that night i will hold my breath and drown with you.
i might have loved you.
i guess we will never know.
thanks for everything.
sincerely, edward.
good? or should i go for beat dialoge. aaah i don't know!
meanwhile. i have been waking up with cuts and bruises too much. i need to stop falling off my bike and beating up washing machines.