Saturday, May 8, 2010

let me live!

As I sit alone with the jigsaw puzzle in my hand in that disquiet shed of your house, there is this hissing sound into my ears, 'sleep, sleep'.
Having being accused so much, now I am mute. But there is a peculiar strength in my silence now.
You ask me questions but now I have no answers.
You have given me enough. You have gifted me insomnia, sleeping pills, grey hair, wrinkles, frowns along with those never ending diamond studs, high design leather bags, gucci and nina richi.
Now I just want to gift you the strength to leave me.