(no subject)
we are born the way a ship is born inside of a bottle,
or the way an obsession begins.
when you feel around in the dark,
that's your childhood tugging at your hand-
a green lake riddled with wire.
when you find the perfect song,
you will grind your teeth against its silences,
and the tension will carry you like a grudge
towards the core that tastes like the first place you remember.
or the way an obsession begins.
when you feel around in the dark,
that's your childhood tugging at your hand-
a green lake riddled with wire.
when you find the perfect song,
you will grind your teeth against its silences,
and the tension will carry you like a grudge
towards the core that tastes like the first place you remember.