I wish I was dead, it’s the only way to truly escape my head. my mind is like the one puzzle, where none of the pieces seem to fit they slowly fall with me into this never ending pit. I try to put them together as we are falling down, in hopes to redeem myself around but even the blind can see the ledge before they drown.
Before the spill there was soaring. And then anti-g. I readied myself for the ultimate fall. This was the poetry of submission sharing the pain of disillusionment. Who was pretending of liberation in a see-through heart? This was the time
Since I saw you, I’ve had this hope live in me. That everything that isn’t needed be gone. The details of sales papers, shopping carts. The ease of temptation. Standing still. To fill my cart full of things I don’t
Page 1. the celebrated sailing frog from Montgomery County went a court’n, or so the tale iz toad to a grand ole mansion built around 1910, and e’en ‘pon being razed ~2012 ah no dummy sea worthiness still plainly showed,