Object, damn it
I want an objection
You are allowed
I won't bite your head off
I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't want an objection
I wouldn't have bothered to say anything if I didn't care whether you objected or not
In fact, I think I want you to object
Loudly
Strenuously
With intention
Please object?
I think I shall go mad
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it's funny, sometimes, we, as people
ReplyDeleteact as ghosts, walking through this waking life
passing through
a thousand million other ghosts
without a trace
or second thought
through door and wall and hand and lips
all leaving no impression
like invisible footprints
in the snow
until you come across someone
who stains you
who colors your life
from white to red
and suddenly parts of you
are strangely tangible
and you can't just go through the motions of life
your arm or foot
won't pass through that door, that wall,
won't slip through that hand
or those lips
and from that point on something breaks
and upong breaking, snaps
and you want to be real
for the rest of your life
you want to be whole and solid and alive
and you want to find that ghost
that made you real
that gave you your color
i don't know what to say.
somethings don't come easily when you want to change what you know isn't right
but then realize,
who the hell am i?
who would really want my objection?
i'm just a ghost.