Posts Tagged ‘meaning’

but it isn’t back. it isn’t where i began from. it isn’t where i left it rotting. with sacks of rat infested words. it is beyond that. or maybe not. maybe in between. like the lines in a journal that we skip past. to get to the end. to find out the meaning.
like in a mystery novel. who killed the girl? was it the butler? was it the old man? the lines when the knife slipped from the jar. broken and cut into pieces the pieces of glasses lay stained in vinegar. no one noticed when the ants dug the mole hill. and when the drain water flooded their lives.
maybe in this inbetween i will infuse myself. shhh… don’t talk. the ants might be reading this all.