Tell the truth.
Could I curl the four corners of this white page to hide myself within them? Like a sterile cocoon I’d be snow blind and unable to see what lives beyond.
There’s no retreating from virginal paper. Crisp. White. Open. It waits for you. Like creditors you haven’t paid, promises never kept or the lies you told yourself to feel better about not writing.
Your deception may be good enough for others, but not the blank sheet. You cannot fool the unborn with smart words, a quick turn of phrase or other pretenses. Here you meet each other on equal terms.
Naked. Vulnerable. Alone.
Such a beautiful song hey... more so seeing the words without the lyrics. Somehow stronger because all you do is focus on the words.
Posted by: Mandy de Waal | Monday, 20 September 2010 at 08:58 PM
all i can say is...
http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/unwritten-lyrics-natasha-bedingfield/baa63a981217e30148256f050007953b
and well, actually i didn't...!
Posted by: Janet | Sunday, 19 September 2010 at 04:37 PM