sometimes I think I know too much not... in an arrogant way but more in a... we've been down that path before we know where it leads and that path too and the other one ...kind of way and I think I'd like to wrap those thoughts those experiences things I was told things I learned for myself wrap them up in brown paper and string and leave them all about the place for others to discover like a cross between Alzheimers and an Easter egg hunt placing my unwanted memories here and there next to park benches and hot dog stands. I'll place you the one who hurt me the one who wasted much time and emotion the one who used to rent a room in my heart who now lives somewhere in my head taking up space I'll wrap you up and place you somewhere where you'll be found by someone else that deserves you. so we could be strangers again and I could bump into you once more except this time I wouldn't know why but I'd get the feeling that it might be best just to keep on walking and I'll get that strange sensation... as if someone walked over my grave then just like before I'll dismiss it as nothing more than deja vu.
© 2014 Peter Smallwood