Monday, October 16, 2006

My being only me

I am only jealous if you think what you have with them is like what you have with me. If you think it is, do not tell me because I will cast you aside like I would a worn-out shoe. I will never think of you with any sentiment because the magic is only in my being only me. You cannot have two, whatever else you do with them.

1 Comments:

Blogger Bob said...

Wow! That hit me. It's a very strong prose poem. Think of poetry too, Zen. You're such a fine writer. So I envy you both.

June 17, 2011 at 1:50 PM  

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