So, WordPress informed me that today was my anniversary with my blog (3 years!). And I was feeling guilty that I had forgotten and not gotten a gift for my blog. So to make up for that, a cento composed entirely of lines from previous blog posts (yes, even the title).
The Best Thing Ever to Exist
a discussion about the history of elevators
and I’ll be able to say that at least I tried
if I knew I would be absolutely safe
Then you read his next story
seeing some other lives played out
it’s like a poem where no one
says anything or a film set without color
I’ve been losing bits of myself slowly
shore and stones and waves but nothing else
when I’m halfway into dreams I’ll remember
they dissolve quickly
I asked if you knew how cold the water would be
after the wind storm danced
across the ice cloaked pond
it’s different than any cold that you’ve ever felt
Sometimes do you dream of cities that don’t exist?
I imagined that they must have become water eventually
the men dressed as the shadows of the ones they’d lost
years passed in the happiness of children who cannot comprehend
I try to imagine worlds
I go there sometimes, when I’m feeling
that before god there was blankness
The hardest thing is that sometimes you can’t stop falling
But, I still thought, why not?
It might be a trick
a language spoke underwater
Know, though, they will always come to hold you
as tightly as they can.