Write

Why did I start writing?
I started writing after I heard her yell.
After the truth of her words rang in the room,
invoking silence.
Clear as a bell.
I remembered the things I since forgotten.
I remembered the words I had let go unspoken.

So why did I start writing?
Because in this universe I exsist
as the kind one.
The soft one.
The one that smiles and tries to get you to smile along.
The generous one who doesn't have money for long
and when everything is falling the one that stays strong.
The one who focuses on the good in everyone.
Everyone.
Everyone. is. wrong.

And in format of preformance
I. can say what I haven't said.
In the spaces between my words
The world can be adressed.
 On top of the stage I can direct
my words at a single person and not be singled out.



So why do I write?
I write to say simple things like:
I HATE cell phones, don't ask for my number.
And
The god of my religion is a traffic cone.

And I write to be mean.
Because despite my inability to assert my authority
My failure to tell you how I think.
I still think.

I think that YOU need to knowledge that I exist sometimes so that I can contribute to the discussion.
and that YOU need to stop being so overly sexual and yet so obtuse.

I write to feel better.
I write not for you to remember but for me to forget.
To set my words in stone so that they may erode
and eventually be unreadable.

UNFINSHED

April

Fuck it, I was busy.
Remind me to blog. Damnit.
Gotta fix my background.... /sigh.

Holy shit. It's may again.