i’m walking down the streets of the cities of the world and I find that my face has fallen off. i search the sidewalk, on my knees, a mere speck on the planet. i implore the streets to return to me my face. i must have created quite a scene, because people stopped, strangers, looking at me. the media was notified. they came with their cameras and lights and pencils and blogs to look at me. faceless. “who are you?” they ask. “just someone, no one, trying to find myself in the cracks and crevices of the world,” was all i could think of. then, before I know it, there I am! on the news, in the paper, in magazines -- viral! i can tell it’s me because my face is right there on the screen. my face. i’ve found it! i peel it off the TV and put it back on, and now everyone knows who I am.
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PoetryWhat words cannot say, they sometimes do. This a collection (ongoing...) of thoughts and fears and joys and worries. Some of the things in here you may have experienced or encountered before. Some you may not have ever witnessed or thought of. Pl...
