Skip to main content

A Con Artist’s Affair

  • Author:
  • Updated date:

Alexandra Lang is a 25 year old performer currently traveling the world, writing about her time around the universe.


I bet it feels like tightrope walking on fishing wire; impossible to balance, and painful to stand still for too long.

I bet it’s become harder for you to find rest in your own bed sheets.

I bet they whisper about you when you’re not around.

I bet listening to silence is starting to have a louder voice than a scream with soul.

I bet you dance to compensate for grief.

I bet your feet are the only thing that can move you, because your heart lost that capability years ago.

I bet it’s like finally reaching your destination, and realizing it’s a dead end.

I bet you find glory in every woman that glances your way.

I bet that’s why you’re where you are now.

I often wonder why you chose me to be a casualty of yours. Was it a convenience or a con? If I’m being honest, I don’t really want to know the answer.

There are still nights where sleeping seems illusive. Where it is not my apprehension of the future, but my remembrance of the past that keeps my head from the pillow.

There are still nights where zeal is my justification for fighting.

I bet knowing that would have been enough to make you stay. I bet I would still want you to.

I bet you consider these words a victory for your score board.