[A small piece of darkness for you, scribbled down while I was on a train to London. I usually carry a notebook, but didn't have it with me this particular day; so wrote "In my head" along the bottom of a free newspaper. Imagine if I'd left the paper on the train and someone else had picked it up to read.]
Like some hideous Jack-in-the-box, waiting until all is quiet to pop open, it sits patiently poised, the tension of its rusty spring, held back only by a paper thin veneer. It listens to my life, and chooses its moment carefully to spring out and surprise me. The memories come flooding back, like waves of acid washing over my body. The pain is so unbearable sometimes; that I just have to look the other way; away from all that is my past and history.
If I'd found that on the train, I probably would have obsessed over figuring out who wrote it. I wonder if I ever would have guessed it was you.
ReplyDeletethat would have been a treasure to find...i probably would've been like nessa and wanted to figure out who it was and end up spending several days staring at everyone and wondering.
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ReplyDeleteI found a piece of paper the other day on a bus and it said 'im a widdle weetard'...dunno what this has to do with your cool story..maybe the bus was the link...were you on a bus??
ReplyDeleteNessa – Thank you for leaving a comment. I think most people that know me would have guessed it was me.
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Dan – No not a bus; a train. Thanks for leaving a comment buddy.
Oh those dark demons, one never knows where they lurk--popping up on trains and in Jack's tin box! Shut the lid, lock up that evil little face and toss the key in the ocean... ;)
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