Sunday, December 4, 2011

Reading Charlie St. Cloud

I really like to read.
But I keep forgetting that I do like to read.
And when I do read, I'm not in Utah anymore.

I'm in Marblehead, Massachusetts watching Charlie St. Cloud and Tess dancing in the cemetery.
Or crying with Robinson Crusoe as he begs God forgiveness.

When will we own ourselves completely?
Be true to what we always thought we were.
But reading changes that.
You don't just see yourself as one person.

You see what else you are.
Or at least what you could be.

I close the book that took me two days to read.
And tonight is not the last time I'll see the light.

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