write it down, but it doesn’t mean you’re not just telling stories.
There is fiction in the space between
the lines on your page of memories.
Write it down, but it doesn’t mean
you’re not just telling stories.
There is fiction in the space between
you and reality.
You will do and say anything
to make your everyday life
seem less mundane.
There’s a science-fiction in the space between
you and me.
A fabrication of a grand scheme
where I am the scary monster.
I eat the city and as I leave the scene,
in my spaceship I am laughing.
In your remembrance of your bad dream
there’s no one but you standing.
“Give us all what we need, give us one more sad sordid story. But in the fiction of the space between, sometimes a lie is the best thing.” – Telling Stories by Tracy Chapman.
1) I’m home from Cabo, and it was hot and hilarious.
2) I love my family, they just happen to be in the dark about who I am and they are slightly-narrow minded and prejudiced. Not enough to be called narrow-minded or prejudiced though, right?
3) I wish I had the guts to stick up for myself a little more often, even if I’m not the one under direct attack.
I always tell myself that the next time I meet with these people, that I’ll be straight-up. Instead, I just turn out to be “straight.” And I mean, come on, I pull off straight still?
Maybe they know and are just waiting for me to stop being dumb and tell them already. And I wish I could believe that, but please, I like to think that with just how out-spoken they are (and believe me, these people…) they would say something, anything.
Yet no. Not one joke, question, comment, eye-flashing, anything.
I want to say I’m just going to give up on worrying what they think, because well, do I ever really care what people think in this regard? No.
So I don’t know why they all so intimidate me.
-shrugs-
Those were the thoughts of a Matthew today. Actually, the entire trip.
That’s what I hate about family get-togethers, I just become so self-focused.
- Mat.