paper cup


all my life i have been sitting here, heart in my throat, eyes open, waiting for the return of innocence and the arrival of love.

and love passed by. i felt its grace by my side and its head on my shoulder. i found that it would not fill me. i am just a little paper cup filled with all the wrong things and burst at the seams, unable to be full of anything.

but i have tasted its flavor and watched in horror as it ran through me, searching for something to take hold of, but finding only tears in the seams.

all my life i will be sitting here, heart in my throat, eyes open, waiting to return to innocence and for the return of love.


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2 comments:

  1. Jacqueline December 15, 2007 at 2:47 PM

    I really like this photograph (and accompanying text, o.c.).
    --jax

     
  2. Anna December 15, 2007 at 3:56 PM

    hello, :). Actually it's weaklazyliar (www.weaklazyliar.com)

    your writing is good.