Fall and flutter ( Read more... )

What can I say?

I speak without words, and the words, they condemn me.
I sway to other’s condemnation;
I dance to it.
They tell me I’m “instigating,”
and no one else listens. And I don’t listen.
And it’s all falling apart…

There is a pause, and it is tomorrow.
And there is occilation.

There is not consistently.

((unfinished))

© Gabriel ( Read more... )