shattered glass

 

I have a friend who is such a beautiful writer, she write poems and the words drip off the pages, and you feel like you've opened your eyes twice-its the feeling you get you've been watching the television for a long time and the program ends and you look out the window and realise that real life is so much more real, and wonder why you spent so much time watching projections dance in a constructed reality.

Anyway, this is part of  one of her poems (which happens to be my favourite), as well as one of my favourite picture series on mymodernmet.com-sunsets on shattered mirrors

We were always fragments of glass,

Shattered pieces of each other,

A slice of the moon – pure, simple,

But still broken,

But still unreachable.

You asked me how I wanted to resolve this,

Kill the grey areas – fathomless, tumultuous,

So we laid out our clauses and clarifications,

Diplomatic, daintily civil agreements,

Until there was nothing but white

And white.

But darling, I loved those grey areas, intricacies of a

Timeless time, space-less space

Loved getting lost in our little games of

Immense consequentiality, mere triviality;

Complications in a quaint little maze.

In other news, someone i know but don't really know seems to have discovered words and every i hear him speak i'm amazed (and perhaps slightly jealous) at how passionately they race out of him, and how eager he is to bring them to life. 

And in other news, with other people i find myself at a loss for words.