sjsprWriting

Shattered glass and broken window frames now embody the house that we built such a long time ago. I can see the graves of past feelings and at times even conjure up the ones of regret. You created spots and figures in my world that eventually spread like an uncontainable virus and my mind was lost for quite some time. My body took the form of someone who I knew was not me and eventually my laugh reached a different, more elusive crescendo. I will not apologize from the pieces of us that I burned, and I refuse to be judged for the ones that I kept. Maybe I knew your hands never fit mine, maybe I knew that we both spoke different languages. Sometimes it takes time to realize that some looks are only looks and that the eyes are nothing more than closed doors.