hinge clicks.
silence held hands with the absence of light.
exhale
wind chimes excite
in the breeze outside
and i'm not hurting myself, no
there's a certain calling for this situation
the sad pleasure of letting go
you may call me important
but in all honesty
time would change your opinion
the many times i sat
in an empty parking lot
staring at my hands
the many more times i will sit
in an empty parking lot
staring at these hands
how long will you pretend not to notice
not to care
and what will it take
for me to realize
you were never pretending.
it's late.
go home.
Author notes
talking to myself
'Svo HIjott' - Sigur Ros
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Comments
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it's beautiful Jenna. Sorry, I can only imagine.. :'
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This is very deep, thank you for such an interesting write - I will watch the video when I find it. As I read I was imagining this - I could feel the emptiness and the emotion involved. Its very beautiful thank you so much.
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