Tuesday, March 13, 2012

No Names


As a youth slightly above average, not in stature or brains, but in the made up stuff the matters, I twist my head when I hear someone's name but always walk away when I hear my own. The letters of words that are not really words but a made up title with no definition, but actions and faces. Don't hear the words I say because I don't want them to define me, or the words of another with a similar name. Five letters mean nothing nor do more. Ten letters is not double but simply the same, and I spin around into a mirror as often as never so as to not put a picture with the name. It is a burden to be young, restless and wanting to avoid that fake in exchange for the nameless. All names are fake and not words, not even numbers, not even. .