..was that there was no thing about him.
No mystery.
No riddle to be solved.
No prize at the finish of his maze.
No tricks in the deck of cards
he played.
He simply just was that way.
‘That was it’…
..I finally realized,
as I inked, ‘The End’
on the last chapter
of the last book
of our last page.
I placed the book on the shelf amongst the other finished fairy tales.
I smiled proudly, staring at her powerless form—
remembering the months of drama and chaos
we stretched and teased into her pages.
I laughed aloud…
for happiness of the story created.
I laughed,
for sadness
of the precious ticks of time I wasted.
I laughed, because I finally realized
the thing about him…
was there was no thing about him
Every part of himself he had shown me
was exactly who he was.
And that was the thing about him…
I liked the story we created.
But remembering was painful
—I had learned too much.
I locked up the bookshelf
then threw the magic pen away.
Goodbye no thing.
Goodbye.
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YES! Love this. 🙂
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Yay! xo
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Reblogged this on Eliza Shane and commented:
Brava Coco!
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Thanks Eliza! :]
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the thing is – people show us who they really are, it is us who choose to turn them into the fairy tale characters we wish them to be, only to find, when we really look clearly, they are exactly who they were in the first place, no more no less.
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Exactly. Precisely.
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ouch!
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I enjoy your writing very much.
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Don’t you just hate people with such potential, just to find out they consist of nothing but a façade! I’m still getting over how much I liked a façade.
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I loved this…the book and bookshelf really works, the fairytales and the play on the word nothing…really love this. Sometimes we learn too much. Sometimes it is too painful to re-read.
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It’s the painting that got me. It’s a “guy” but the face has something feminate about it that I like- like maybe it could be …
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Woaw!!!! Sooo beautifullllll!!!! B
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i love this! 🙂
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Great writing! A pleasure to read. =)
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[…] The thing about him… was that there was no thing about him. ~~ Coco J. Ginger […]
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Just for fun 🙂
http://elizashane.wordpress.com/2013/04/16/somethings/
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