details in the fabric

Jan 25, 2009 14:10

I feel like shedding my skin
I want to climb out of this suit I'm inside of...
I want to go to the closet and pick out something clean, new, pure.
I feel shaken, broken, crumpled and tossed into the waste basket.

I can't wait to fly out of this dark, damp, cloud and soar to where you are.
Aching to take that face in my two hands.
Dying to feel whole resting beside you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you for existing in this place.
Up, up, up.
It will be just fine.

They're coming with swords through the backyard
and there you are on the fence
with those lips I could spend a day with.

Dear Meep, thank you for your ears. Not sure if I could be sane without them.
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