none of it ever makes sense
clouds hang heavy. and terribly low.
typical weather here.
rain out your days, sweat out your nights.
the drooping of the mouth is becoming alot more frequent.
the tugs,
thier elasticity....are they losing strength?
what's real and not.
becoming a blur, no longer distinguishable.
drops fill shallow wells.
faster than air fills shalllow lungs.
how do they not see right through me?
years of wear and tear have me damn near translucent.
have i learned how to wear my disguise so well?
intercrossed sections of me would rather
be numb, then to have to fill this.
a backhand across the face,
a kiss upon the cheek.
it's all the same...none of the senses seem to keep.
awaiting complete transparency
not even my reflection cares to see what's left of me.