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  • Artist Info: if you asked me who I am, I'd probably forget to tell you my name.<br />
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    Instead I'd tell you that my eyes are hazel and I'm taller than most girls but shorter than some. I'd tell you that I like walking better than driving because feeling the ground under my feet is somehow affirmation that I am alive and that I am connecting to something bigger than me. I'd tell you that I think the sky looks too big at night and not big enough in the morning. I'd probably explain that has something to do with the fact that I wake up with every intention of flying and go to sleep knowing my elbows haven't sprouted wings yet. <br />
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    but don't worry, I'd say, because I'll wake up hopeful again tomorrow. <br />
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    and if you were to wait around a little more, I might be persuaded to tell you I'd lost my mind seven years ago and would you be kind enough to help me look for it? I'd probably tell you about the boy with teardrop-eyes who chewed up my heart because he thought it'd be aspirin and was indignant when it burned a hole through his liver. I'd probably shrug and tell you my lips must be acidic because I never can kiss the same mouth twice. <br />
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    This is probably about the time I'd laugh and tell you that I'm silly because I run away when I see what I most want. I'd tell you that I'd rather spend my days messing up the puzzle pieces than enjoying the way they fit together. I'd say that most people think they're crazy but I know I actually am because I can't take a good thing and keep it that way. I have a talent for pushing people away and lighting fires under bare feet. <br />
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    but I'd shrug and smile because I really can't blame the people that run.<br />
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    And this is probably when you'd pat my shoulder and tell me I'm not so bad. so I'd put my hand over yours and say I know, because to be honest, I think I love myself too. it's just sometimes I have to look in the mirror and remind myself that I screwed up again. I'd say that it's days like that that make me wish I was a smoker. because hazing out my nerves would be better than sitting on the train with them pinched all the time. <br />
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    You'd probably try to tell me about cancer and black lungs and yellow teeth and I'd laugh because I wasn't serious. but if I was serious, I'd probably tell you that I feel bad for the man who ever has the bad luck to fall in love with me. I'd purse my lips and think and tell you that he's going to have to have a taste for uncontrollable frustration because I could promise him that. and it's a shame, I'd say, because every morning he's going to have to pick up the same pieces off the ground that he glued back together the night before.<br />
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    But it's okay, I'd say, because I really am worth it. <br />
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    And don't worry. I'd notice the way you're checking your watch and I'd stretch and say the weather's beautiful and isn't it a shame that I have to leave? I'd give you a hug and say what a pleasure it'd been to meet you and remind you to watch your tongue because you'll trip more often with that then your feet. I'd pick up my purse and walk off thinking I'd look better if I was wearing a grace kelly inspired hat. and I'd have forgotten you by the time I turned the corner.<br />
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    That's about the time you'd remember I forgot to tell you my name.<br />
    but you didn't really need it to know who I am, did you?
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