Once upon a time, I lived through other people. I lived through arguments and hand holding. I breathed through lungs that could hold more than air. I had shoes that would fit whatever two feet that were brought to me. And my heart beat fully and irrationally.
I was putty.
Life no longer lives in me. I search the eyes of everyone who passes. My kaleidoscope imagination gets the best of me every hour. My lungs hold only what my mind allows. My own feet are tangibly bare.
I am stone.
July 27, 2007