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Got the Cancer.

It must be easy to be a nobody.

If I was a nobody, I would use the opportunity to be everyone-everything-everybody I could.

And no one would say anything. No one would know, because I would be nobody-everybody.

One day I would be nothing, and the next day I would be everything.

I'd be what people flick their eyes to, then look away as though it hurts.

They would search without seeing my everything and my nothing; I would be their temporary window of blindness that occurs as their eyes move from one vague something to the next.

And they would never know what it means to see nothing, because they never saw me. Not really.

And deep down they would ache terribly as they dream about seeing every fucking thing I could be, and they would wake with salty tearstains on their cheeks and not know why they were crying over nothing.

I would be their everything they never knew they could see or feel.

I could be a nobody.

An everybody.

But I'm not.

It's almost unbearable, being a somebody.



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Written on 2005-08-13 at 03:17

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Commentally Ill
Got the Cancer, yes.

Got milk?
2005-08-15


SlipThruCracks
Secretly I was in love with this when I read it before but for some reason I didn't tell you.

Now I will tell you.

I am in love with this.

Secretly I don't want to be a nobody.

I want to be a wall. Or a chair. Or a floor.

Because nobodies don't get to hear and see things. And I want to hear and see things.

But since I can't be a wall I have to be a somebody if I wanna hear and see things.

I have heard and I have seen.

And I have decided that while it is interesting, there are many who think that I should not be a somebody.

I think you deserve to be a somebody more than I do.

More info later.

Eye heart yew plzkthx.

Yes.
2005-08-14


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
we're all nobody and everybody, slipping from the shadows to the light and back to the shadows as our lives cough out their play.
2005-08-13