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Pulling up carpets of grass Settling in! Spiders and worms make such a din Fingers fly flush on uneven wood Stomping and smashing A straight line through the mud!
It was raw, Screaming, wrenching and beautiful. For I excited in just a moment of pure emotion. Ecstasy in agony. Wonder in anticipation. I thought it was better calm, controlled, constantly clear minded. There’s beauty in the mess. In being uncontrollably human.
I hold my breath, Hoping for what? Something more than this? When this is what? Everything. Anything. All that I wanted is already here, I just had to.. Breath it in.
Words sort of fell between us, A cerebral drug, Conversation come love, Flying on the wings of our words. I fell right into you. Long conversations shortened the distance between us, Until I almost was next to you once again So much more than a lover, So far beyond just a friend. I thought we … More Day 240: I miss you,
She is dead. I am not, I am where she use to be. The bars on her heart fall, It is my heart now, My heart does not need to be protected. I have come from nothing and I do not fear returning there. I fear her cold bones. They thaw, they do not splinter, … More Day 239: I HAVE RETURNED
A kite flies observed, So early in the morning that some still consider it night. The morning is not misted. There instead clouds, Diluting the already weak light. It is cold but her breath does not fog. The cold emanates from her bones. Her cold, cold bones. She walks alone, Even in the crowds she … More Day 238: My cold cold bones.