I rush to the door, ready to spill the world at your feet
I rush back again, this is not some new, beautiful, wild land
I don't know what I'm offering
i don't know what I'm asking
or what I've been expecting that I keep arriving
here, again
it's the smell of my own adrenaline, I suppose
the rush of my own blood
as my imagination skirts the places I hesitate to go
Friday, December 30, 2011
Thursday, December 29, 2011
every time you look my way it's like the world is magic
and everything is happening for the first time
and everything is happening for the first time
Labels:
being difficult,
grape gum,
tiny joy,
what it means to Live/Love,
whom,
writing
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
I feel as if gravity is rolling around in my soulPushing me around
Here is the light and the dark weighing me down
I want to turn into something as light as nothing
Still, it won't let up
I should be grateful,
As long as my head is above water, I can breathe
Yet, I don't know how to put it into words, I just want to be
Set free
But, here I am, heavy and defying the dreams I'm made of
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