Confidence in nonsense is a requirement for the creative process

Day 33: on tenterhooks…

It was a struggle every time..
not to touch you
being insanely attracted to you
and insanely scared of being rejected
No..sure of being rejected
i never knew
why you never left..
a long time ago..
it was me who was blinded by love..
you weren’t..
you never were
and in the space
between your nonchalance
and my desire spent grief
i’m still hanging…
to release my breath.

In other stories, they hung this exit sign outside my apartment door, facing a window, for the sole person who lives on the floor.. moi. go figure!


4 responses

  1. Great poem. I know that feeling well.

    February 7, 2011 at 10:06 pm

    • dhaami

      Thanks Charlotte!

      February 8, 2011 at 6:51 am

  2. Great photo…I like how it plays with the light. Nice piece.

    February 3, 2011 at 1:27 am

    • dhaami


      February 3, 2011 at 9:27 am

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