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.


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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