From my drafts (1)

We keep rewriting our story

Sometimes in red, sometimes in blue ink, and sometimes with water, sometimes, salty water

Each revision in different calligraphy

Short, stout letters or looped, elegant letters; hurried and dragged handwriting or deliberately hung alphabets

And many parts of the story remain unwritten

Whatever the reason, some things we don’t want to record and so only the stars know and our hearts know – because the heart goes on feeling and the stars have no choice but to observe.

One thought on “From my drafts (1)

  1. Yeah, narrative memory is like that. Mine’s been rewritten so many times as my taste in self-deception changes that it’s become more smudge & smear than calligraphy.

    I try not to think too much about the fluids that make up my ink.

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