Suffocating
I'm starting to think
These walls are starting to shrink
They've swallowed up the windows
I can't see a thing
But I made a promise
I don't plan on breaking
Don't know how long I've been waiting
No I don't mind suffocating
The photographs are fading
The floors are splintered and chafing
I can't sleep with all the noise
That my memories are making
But I made a promise
I don't plan on breaking
Don't know how long I've been waiting
No I don't mind suffocating
I heard today through the cracks
About a girl a few years back
Who spent so long waiting
She forgot she was suffocating
I'd hate to die like that.
Hi Kaelin,
ReplyDeleteFirstly, I want to say how impressed I am with your poem "Suffocating," and with your blog as a whole. You may be 16, but the mood you evoke speaks to all ages whether it stirs nostalgia or presently felt thoughts and emotions.
Secondly, I want to say thank you. With Come On, Chameleon I was hoping to spark at least a small community discussion about what it means to really interact with one another... as neighbors, as friends, as pure human beings.
I was beginning to get down on the project because it didn't seem to generate any response at all, and it means a lot to me and I think it could hold merit if others thought about it. As I was feeling down, I wrote to my friend, verbatim, "I suppose if it reaches just one person... if it inspires even one person to write something that means something, to somebody that means something to them, then I guess that is all I'm hoping for, and I can consider the project a success, even if it didn't ignite what I had dreamed up at the outset."
And you, Kaelin, you took the time to find my Letter to a Friend, and the time to let me know it meant something to you. And that means all the world to me. Thank you so much.
... I never understood why people stopped writing letters either.
There will be another letter up in September. I hope you find it.