Naked

whispering handswhispering hands Under your skin Posts: 13,527
edited October 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
What do you do when you all you have ever called safe is stolen from you?
Where do you go when the rug is pulled from under your feet? How do you say good-bye to someone who has no idea they are leaving? And why do we have the capacity to wonder these things, when we know, that we won't get our answers til long after the deal has been done?

Questions go unanswered everyday. Questions form in our heads every second. So many so, that we often take our curiosities, (?) for granted. So much so, that when we ask these questions one person to another, we expect anwers; we are jaded by the answers we receive. But how many times have you gotten an answer you never wanted to hear, and then after time realize,..."holy shit they were right" ? That's what I mean. How long before my answers come? What agonizing tortures will I endure ontop of what else I have suffered? Who cares right? I do I am the one serving this sentence.

How many blocks did the Emporor walk before he'd realized that the town was laughing at his nakedness? I often wonder how many blocks I'll have to walk naked.. I just often wonder...
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  • gue_bariumgue_barium Posts: 5,515
    It's about 6 weeks of naked blocks to every Year.
    To my knowledge.

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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    Yeah, but one interesting part of that story is that he kept walking once he found out and PRETENDED he still didn't know to make it easier for everyone else.

    Maybe that's part of being a kingly?
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  • whispering handswhispering hands Under your skin Posts: 13,527
    good point..:-)
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