What I've Become

just follow the flow. (in prgress)

 

What I’ve Become
(This is what becomes of a spilled Iced Coffee…for the Lucky Ones.)

 

 

 

 

November 2001 (In a Coffee Shop)

 

 

You sit behind me quietly.

Contemplating life at that moment.

I sit before you oblivious.

Entertaining nothings.

 

 

The emotions rage inside you.

What Should You Do?

And still I speak of fleeting things to everyone.

But you.

 

 

My Life before you meaningless.

With a substitute I garner meaning.

Everyday the same as Tomorrow.

Yesterday looks just like Today.

 

I told the stories to Deaf Ears.

The Blind found me Beautiful.

And the Forgetful reminded me.

Of Nothing                

 

Where are these now?

In my mind and on these pages.

But to put a face to a name?!

 

But that night in November.

If anything I remember.

 

Was the Ice as it surrounded my feet.

 

November 2001 (Later That Evening)

 

We now have names to put to our faces.

The Pages are blank.

And we hold our pens ready.

 

So here we are.

You.

Me.

The Facsimiles have left.

They continue to copy themselves to whomever

Will listen.

 

Yet still they Linger until the next Mark is found.

 

“Will you come with me?” Is what I ask.

 

And Boom we’re gone.

It’s happening so fast.

 

 

November 2001 (At a pool hall later )

 

Coming soon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Author's Note

This is life experience so, judge as you will, It still changes nothing