Forget the scar incurred from saltwater and rocks. Blankets of moss. Fortress of shell and sand. Forget the siren; drown the song it wanted to teach you. Forget the dream of shipwrecks and coconuts split to the core. Everything breaks for a good reason. Forget the waves and their endless attempts at disrupting the firmament.
Forget those cities that welcomed you too easily, offering distance and the sound of a different name. Calloused soles, cobblestones, and air much too cold for lungs bred in the equator, forget how all of it urged you on. Forget the bargains, the boxes.
Forget the coins you failed to count, convert, et cetera. Forget how everyone seems to use a different currency these days: trading apology for a smile, a safety pin for lunch, pale reams of paper for a prediction of when rain would dance and which umbrella to bring, a peer at the future in exchange for a hammock and something to rest on. Forget the book, bagel, and boy you couldn’t possess because you were ten cents short. Forget the girl with her yellow shoes and swivel steps. Forget the dust-laden payphone. Calls of strangers who stopped you on the street for change. Something to spare.
Forget how beautiful everything seemed, how every butterfly mounted in a museum served as monument for awe, flight exempted from departure and arrival. Forget how many centuries all of this took. Dinosaur bones polished, excised from sleeping bodies of soil. All those fossilized songs aching within sediment within the unnamed districts of the earth’s crust. Enough sadness to drive continents away from each other. A list of spacecrafts sent out to orbit human ambition.
X marks the spot where we stand and Y stands for all the questions we piled up to get to this point.
How many mistakes and how many times do we need to get everything right? Forget time-travel.
Specimens of someone’s ancient script- another message among the many making it to this place and time, but the question remains: for whom?
Forget whose hand you were too afraid to hold. Forget that time you willingly followed the wrong directions. Forget loss, late nights spent longing, mornings waking up on the bathroom floor; all those missives misread, muddied by the weather, a wrong word. Forget absence. Forget the excuse about to exit your lips. Forget the length of the line you’ve been in for hours and how dearly you had to pay for this once-in-a-lifetime chance. Forgive the constellation of bobbing heads and flash photography. We are one and the same: believers of the next attraction; saints wielding tickets, subway guides, and knapsacks.
Forget question and choice.
A.) can be anywhere and anyone you want it to be.
B.) is where you last left it, still trying to find a way home, a few seconds short of weeping.
C.) is waiting where you shouldn’t go, dressed in wreckage and armed with a look in its eye determined to veer you off course.
D.) is trying its best to trick you into believing it’s the right one.
Forget what map you wished to give that passing tourist to your body. Forget the one who left you with nothing but wounds in its wake, a heart heavier than all the filled valises would ever weigh, another souvenir you couldn’t pass off to anyone else.
Forget the mirror, limbs of rust quietly ambling at its edges. Its eyes have grown dull and it lacks a tongue brave enough to utter what you needed to hear. Consider wearing another face: swerving that smile a bit to the left, turning crease of skin into charming crescent. Conversely, seeking the shed remains of a discarded face suits a few people.
Forget what you just saw.
The world brims with witnesses all waiting for a chance to paint their version of the story.
Bruises all aching to bloom: longing to be called something beautiful once more.
See the sky? Somewhere, the answer you’ve always wanted is waiting. Sitting under some shade. Sipping coffee on a rainy day. Maybe even surviving the first strike of lightning. Body ignited into waking. Something else. Someone else.
Make it new.
Draft of an “article”. 😉