A prologueA Poem by i.am.the.sun.
I think I might be a little hard to figure out.
Everyone is. You know, one thing from afar, another when you get close enough to ask about the scars, the ones you can't see and when you do you find they're accompanied by all the different people that we've been along the way (to you). And maybe our stories don't sync up. Maybe they look like lies. Maybe that's all it takes for you to close the book, chapter 4. No goodbyes. If that's the case I'll be sure to stick this in the prologue: "When what he tells her doesn't match what the narrator has told you there are no ill-willed intentions. He is not pretending to be something he's not. He's only trying out the person who she makes him want to be." And "No one aspires to be a beginner, to be a novice just requires being bad at faking expertise. He is not lying to her about being someone he's not, he is just a rookie in a new role. A clean smock. Shine still on his cleats. A free trial gym membership. A sober streak since Sunday." © 2017 i.am.the.sun. |
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