Crawled out of the sea, straight into your arms.
SIREN was wonderful. ♥
by Amy Hempel
It was like that class at school where the teacher talks about Realization, about how you could realize something big in a commonplace thing. The example he gave—and the liar said it really happened—was that once while drinking orange juice, he’d realized he would be dead someday. He wondered if we, his students, had had similar “realizations.”
Is he kidding? I thought.
Once I cashed a paycheck and realized it wasn’t enough.
Once I had food poisoning and realized I was trapped inside my own body.
- would you wait for me?
Just one more night of electrical tapes, plastic sheets, cables, wires and getting paint all over myself. One more night of pushing away the fear and fragmented dialogues. One final round of applause and then it’s tear down, watching what you once put together now fall apart into empty spaces, a gallery devoid of any trace of everything that has happened within itself.
Loving someone who doesn’t love you back, that’s difficult, yes, but loving someone who doesn’t want you to love them, now that’s impossible.
Sense of self-worth right now: Zero and descending.
“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
Jacob Borshard print, in the traditional Ukiyo-e style.
