(no subject)
in a way, we are all ill at ease, stuck in skin and bound by bone, location and memory.
the soles of my shoes have me stuck to this place, like chewed up gum on a summer sidewalk,
my spine is my only support, holding me up, keeping me going, anchored in pain.
our words are silent, there is no sound for me to follow out of here to some where, any where else.
without the sound, our voices fall flat, words become images and disintergrate.
the soles of my shoes have me stuck to this place, like chewed up gum on a summer sidewalk,
my spine is my only support, holding me up, keeping me going, anchored in pain.
our words are silent, there is no sound for me to follow out of here to some where, any where else.
without the sound, our voices fall flat, words become images and disintergrate.