Monday, February 23, 2009

On the mountain, I fell
Dropped into reality where magic once grew.

Slit open eyes confessing not enough
As I toil with game
I can’t but increasingly be far from reach.

You do nothing to catch me from my fall
From top to bottom, I guess you can’t tell.

Take your raincoat off be soft. Let me warm against your skin.
Where and why did such fierceness come out of love…
Flowers should never be bought with a guilty fuse.

Our belongings together are fraying
Luckily ladybugs are walking the path.

Freedom is hard when you don’t make since.
Sleep is coming less and less important

On the mountain I fell,
Dropped into reality, where once magic grew.
Monologues of good days mean less and less
Take interest.