For a moment there is only me. Everything stops and completely vanishes. The ache in my chest is gone and a blissful feeling of featherlike weightlessness replaces the sense of gravity.
The objects around me are transformed into masses of blurry images that no longer co-exist in this state of mind. They struggle to say something, to prove their irrelevant points. As they attempt to keep me grounded I recognize the feeling of departure and relief.
Something has ended. Something nameless and as shapeless as the moments racing by at their own pace. It's over.
So why am I still here? Where is here? Understanding is lacking and my frustration t
For a moment there is only me. Everything stops and completely vanishes. The ache in my chest is gone and a blissful feeling of featherlike weightlessness replaces the sense of gravity.
The objects around me are transformed into masses of blurry images that no longer co-exist in this state of mind. They struggle to say something, to prove their irrelevant points. As they attempt to keep me grounded I recognize the feeling of departure and relief.
Something has ended. Something nameless and as shapeless as the moments racing by at their own pace. It's over.
So why am I still here? Where is here? Understanding is lacking and my frustration t
Uncoordinated Longitude by Le-Petit-Tatou, literature
Literature
Uncoordinated Longitude
When I picked up the phone she told me that she missed the trains
and the way the rain smelled in the summer.
I scratched a pattern in the table with my thumbnail. I stretched
the phone cord between my fingers and said I was sorry.
She asked what I had to be sorry about and I told her I didn't know.
I twisted the cord into a clover shape while I remembered
her laugh when we picked up the penny off of the tracks, tossing it
back and forth, watching it catch the light and throw it back.
She asks me where I am and I know she does not ask where so much
as why.
Oh, we're so brilliant, aren't we?
We're so freaking lovely.
We're filled with glowing rainbow pride
And we're so pretty it's ugly
Our self-made wounds throb with beauty
And you'll paint your face with hypocrisy
We're everything we're believed to be
We're saviors and artists and celebrities
We're gulping down ego and inhaling pride
We're gestating self-worth in our insides
We're icons of envy to all of our peers
Self-assured by attention attained all these years
I'm something you need and something you're not
She's almost so hideous that it's something I want
But I did say almost
(But you did say want)
Oh, we're such liars
It
"You know what?"
"No, what?"
"We should never fall in love."
"Huh? Why?"
"Well, it's simple, really."
"Explain it to me, then."
"We're opposites, you and me. You're the sun, I'm the moon. You are day, I am night. You're warm and you beat with the vitality of life. I'm pretty chilly and I beat my fists against the mirror for showing me reality instead of dreams."
"I still don't quite understand."
"I am a dreamer, and you are a dream."
"Thanks, I guess."
"No, listen--you're like the people who say 'save the whales'. You want to save the world, you want to do some good. You want to make a change, make a difference. And me... well, I'm