houston, we have a problem.
there is only one moment left
to say everything I've ever held in.
where do I begin?
with the I love you's?
I think not.
the regrets?
perhaps.
the truth about me?
I could settle on that.
how about "I've moved three times"
or "I'm technically an only child"
but "I theoretically have siblings."
I live under sulphur skies
with only one landmark
I'd live here for the rest of my life.
anywhere but here for the rest of my life.
I could start off by saying
"things along the way have changed me."
but would I be lying?
of course not.
one.
"a divorce is like an amputation;
you survive it, but there's less of you."
I love Margaret Atwood.
that wasn't so hard.
how about...two?
"I want every girl in the world
to pick up a guitar and start screaming."
well, that's what I did, Courtney.
and the third?
"love; a gift of one's inner most soul to another
so both can be whole."
oh, I've been in love.
but not all is well here,
not all is right.
but I'll make it through
in spite of all who serve as mere obstacles
they might as well get it over with
date, time, place.
steal my birthday.
erase my name.
forget my face.
we are only specks of dust;
particles of the earth.
nothing more
nothing less.
a scentless apprentice
with heartless disposition.
a hamlet speech.
to be or not to be?
that is not my question.
maybe.
maybe not.
amidst a sea of dysfunctional cells
I am there.
the rest is silence.♥