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Writing Prompt #38
“Library Secrets” The first time my mom ever took me to the library, I was certain that it was a magic place. Okay, so maybe not magic. However, if books are portals to other worlds then certainly libraries are what connects us to those other worlds. My overprotective mind used to concoct situations in which there was a literal secret passage through the library that lead to these other…
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Library Secrets Part III
My heart does have a home in this town, but I carelessly left without permission and decided to throw the key away. But, I couldn’t blame it all on me. I was never called back to stay. So, I must be unwanted and not welcomed. And although I went back, I’ve discovered that the place my heart used to be have been demolished and rebuild by someone new to you. And everything was just gone.
Library Secrets Part II
But, where can I find the change?
I think that I always knew in my heart that I was ready to do or find something new. I can feel it slowly disappearing itself from what is present to what is not. That’s why I am constantly feeling that I never belong.
They are not aware of the seriousness when I say “I can’t wait to get the hell out of here.” This town, the place where I rather not call home, is so familiar. The concretes, the leaves, the reflection of rain by lampposts are all the same. There is no excitement anymore. And maybe it’s because I’ve brought it upon myself.
The feeling of loneliness appears when I’ve decided what’s “good” for me.
The feeling of emptiness appears when I started to look at everything differently.
The feeling of sadness appears when I am unable to go seek for something great.
Everything did not change. Everything stayed the same. Truth of the matter is, I have changed. Or have I stayed the same by still trying to do or find something new?
This town is colorless to me now. There’s no one to seek and no place to go in times of despair. Everything is just noir.
Library Secrets Part I
All of a sudden, I found myself talking about you again. I confessed myself to the person who has never met you. I confessed myself to the person who does not even know the ways that you are. The stories were told from the beginning, so it was not really hard to catch up on everything we have been through. I used to express myself about you in anger and disappointment. But, my expression about you today was in sadness and heartaches. Actual heartaches. I actually had to stop myself momentarily to say the right words because I didn’t want to look pathetic. It was all about what we could have been. I know that there is no point to dwell on the past unless I am deciding to make a change. Maybe I do want a change.
a pound of flayed flesh
