"I bought flowers for you today, and brought them back to the house that has all the clocks trying to hold time captive. The florist downstairs asked me if I live here now. A lot of things happen when the moon stands at the tip of the sky, its open arms pretending they can hold everything. Everyone feels invincible. Everyone feels like they can say anything - like "Do you live here now?" Or "There'll never be another you." I didn't know what to tell the florist so I cast her a silent smile and came back to the house that never sleeps. The clock rang three times at three o clock and I sat in the middle of all the pictures, memorizing the words of the boy who gave me a papercut last summer, the boy who liked to play with fire. You'd told me that it was just a papercut and it would go away but here we are, a whole year on, and the boy who likes to play with fire writes about emperors and I'm stuck here buying flowers and you're stuck in a city made of sand and dust and you don't even know I'm bringing flowers for you to a house that's racing to stop time. I sit and I count the number of uncomfortable silences puncturing our long-distance phone calls, the sirens on the streets outside, the people breathing with their hours numbered, unable to say so many things, stuck in mistakes like spilled wine on divorce papers. Did you know the moon moves the oceans? Yeah. And here we are, just mere atoms circling a fireball, trying to fill our silences with questions, trying to pretend we can make decisions, all the while knowing a little too well - that in reality, we're all just stuck in crumpled world maps, our existence measured in folds and papercuts. And the only thing that gets to move on is time. Even beyond the moon. Even in the house that never sleeps." - A list of last letters (part II) . . . . . . . . . . #instawriting #igwriting #igwritingcommunity #igwriters #writers #wordstream #creativewriting #prose #poemsporn #wordporn #relationship #sisterhood #papercut #letters #lastletters (at New York, New York)