17 September 2008

I'd rather have tragedy.


14,400 pretend sheep have gone over the fence. Yet, something as waiflike as sleep easily eludes me. I have misread the signs again. You maybe right, I should only be reading books and not persons. Except that I am addicted to mysteries and riddles. You're one enigma I have yet to decipher. Your reappearance is a story whose grand denouement I have awaited. What is it to me if the denouement is a tragedy?

Tragedy is better than nothing.

Tragedy is better than having to recite a religious litany hoping such divine incantation lulls me to sleep when I would only be awaken by someone whispering your name.

In any case, I have been careful to chafe my words free of any expectation of this second encounter. Just don't go saying things you don't have the intention of keeping because the thrill of your reappearance makes me such a helpless prey for you words.

2 comments:

-your Canadian friend- said...

"You're one enigma I have yet to decipher. Your reappearance is a story whose grand denouement I have awaited."

Issa, who is this? Haven't heard from you in a long while. Nice to know you're back.

Issa Jimenez said...

Oh so we're using noms de plume nowadays?☺

This is one of those Dickensian ghosts of the past (Translation: No one you know!). See you around the blogosphere.

 
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