December 05, 2006

experiment 1







My hearts broken again but differently this time then the times before that we were all so familiar with. Those times there was a build up a continuous pulsing until it gave out and was torn and scarred. This time it feels as if it fell in slow motion right out of my chest like the tiniest delicate tea cup, I watched it fall and crack into tiny pieces like when you pop a Christmas popper and there is a split second of confetti, pieces of my heart as Christmas confetti. I find myself breathing from email to email waiting for nothing in return, I think I miss him but really I am just cursing every blonde with lengthy straight hair, which makes looking in the mirror rather difficult. I wish I had been languishing here all along, then maybe I wouldn’t find myself in a ball of sobs on the floor or lying on my back staring at the ceiling in all my depressing glory. Also if I had kept it up, the writing, then I wouldn’t be calling my mother to have her compare my problems to those of Sheryl crow who was dumped and got cancer in one week. No my problems in all hopes will never reach those proportions however I do believe we don’t possess a broom that I would trust with the job of sweeping my tea cup pieces of a bursted heart off the tile.

8 comments:

cooper said...

Rio, I saw this earlier.

Awesome girl.

It's A Beautiful Life said...

wow Andria, this is...wow! very deep and emotion. i hope you are ok. if you are not, you have my phone number...at least i hope you still do! :]

Doug said...

Rio, that was amazing.

Rio said...

thanks guys its a little project im working on for school.

and alyssa im doing fine it was written in a brief momnet of depression

Doug said...

It was really well done. You'll be a star.

Croaker said...

Very well done Rio, I'm sorry it takes such sad subject matter to bring out the best in us.

Mike said...

You should write we miss you!

Anonymous said...

I wish you would write as well...miss you