Above Audible

Posted on June 16, 2008

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Maybe we have been lost in a book. The question now is who is the author.

The lightning tonight was like a lighter that never really took flame and yet refused to run out of fuel. It was like a story that starts to be told but then is forgotten before the story ends. An artist whose piece is seen and the fireworks explode for days in one person’s head and yet they cannot remember the artist’s name.

Or maybe it’s like our memories. The cup of coffee I never drank, the letter we never wrote, the road trip you didn’t take.

It’s the same feeling coming home after a long day and massive nosebleed seeing the room filled with unfamiliar faces wrapped in your blanket watching a movie whose volume is just above audible.

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