• Too Crowded

    by  • December 13, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 4 Comments

    There’s no place for a voice like mine between the walls in which you breathe. There’s no room for my hands to speak. The months; the years are meaningless once I’m within your radius and it’s pointless to countdown at all, let alone look forward to the dwindling numbers. Because this countdown does not reach zero. It’s just a time bomb without an external clock to signal when it might explode. So rather than sit here and wait for the eruption to claim my life, I take my leave out the backdoor: silently and subtly so as not to disturb you from your sleep.

    But you’ll find me gone when you wake and realize whether or not I was ever of any importance. I already know the answer is no because my worth was never that high. It’s okay though. You don’t need to hear me; to see me. To know if I’m there. Because I’m not. I’m surrounded by contracting walls that serve as my wings and my prison. I am safe. I am free. And I have a job to do. You are no longer in the equation. Those words of mine from this afternoon will be the last you’ll hear from me.

    Yet I am sure you’ll be just fine.


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    4 Responses to Too Crowded

    1. ANEWDAY
      January 14, 2013 at 10:16 am

      Reading this letter made my heart crack a little more. Truly heartbreaking.


    2. Enjay
      January 14, 2013 at 6:16 pm

      Perhaps it depends on the perspective. Could also mean the liberation from that which otherwise was sucking the life out of the author. 😉

      And nice to see your face around here again, ANEWDAY, at least beneath your old pseudonym. It’s been a while. (and if you’ve been around beneath a different signature I apologize. I’m no good at recognizing other’s writing voice). :p


    3. Enjay
      January 14, 2013 at 8:34 pm

      Hmm… and looking back at this letter I wrote about a month ago, I could not recall who the intended recipient was or the purpose behind it’s creation.

      and now that I do, I find it most intriguing. Funny how things come about…



    4. C
      March 28, 2013 at 3:13 pm

      Haha! Enjay, you are always lovesick… Quite the romantic.



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