It's All About Gaps.
Description
Attention, time, poetry, affection.
Sometimes it is not about what I can give you. But what I am not. It is about absences.
When do you know that a space is empty, a feeling missing, some empty blanks on a page?
And a voice amiss in the course of a day. Blindslided by thoughts- perhaps he no longer loves me.
Perhaps.
In the blatant absences by your side- the fact that you want me there- pegs me down to the absurd map like the red GPS peg.
A word exists and the thing ceases to. The word carries an image. As if the thing was never there.
Signifier, signified. And the end.
Deal with it- I tell you. It’s not easy- you say.
The final signified. How do I exist in a limited sense?
Just to tell you- I exist in the gaps of your hand.
It has to feel empty and incomplete therefore.
Foreword
This is my first attempt in writing fan fiction. I would love to hear from you. Let me know what you think!
Cheers! ^_^
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