Friday, July 25, 2008

crack my spine

I am a story.

Do you ever think about how many different stories you are to each person you meet? You're not really a story to people you're close with. You're more like an experience then. But once you're no longer a piece of someone's life, once you've extracted yourself from their microcosm of the world, that is when you become just a story they tell themselves sometimes. Or never.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Good words.