Mar 28, 2005 12:22
were two white roses....
when we fail to see the shape of things, we taste ephemeral feelings on sour tissue. Inside the perfection we crack and break into tiny pieces of difference. what about the midnight sky comforts everything deemed to be ugly inside of me? what about the cold blast of wind makes all other problems dissipate into memories better left forgotten? we are such feasible wanderers, lonesome wanderers of an unforgiving movement. choice nonexistent with a hint of hypocrisy.
cracked lips, untoched by others alike. unabated storms tear through our minds as we find ourselves fading fast.
R E L E A S E
where is home, if not where once I was playful. I am now only a motion, a gesture. you become the counter gesture, planting your feet firmly when I float ever so far away. If your still looking for a reason, im sorry love, I cannot comfort the gaunt that overcomes you. creeping ever so slowly is a new tide rising to bring you ashore, where you never realized you always were.
Falling down your cheek is a new salvation.