Wednesday 23 March 2011

I am making things

I am making things

things that are beautiful

things that make me cry


things that, when I hang them up against the light,

shimmer


things that other people see

and say

they're lovely




Apparently

it is not enough that they are lovely

They need to be something more



They need to have a reason to be

(other than that I've made them)


They need to be explained

(and I have no explanation)


Why can they not just be

perfect

and beautiful?














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