two blankets for the coldest night of the year
Someone stick their fingers in the notches.
There's something stuck inside.
This month it's the carpals.
Last month it was the tarsals.
The month before was the ribcage.
It's all a matter of conquering myself step by step..... or limb by limb.
So I spin poi now. Figure I might as well catch up with the all the spinning happening all around me. Cycles. The earth. The moon. The planets. The sun. Seasons. Human connections and actions. My period. My bicycle wheels. My skateboard wheels. Water in every form. Plates. That tick, tick, tick that I can never fully escape. Etc.....
I feel complete balance. I fall in love daily. I fall down daily. I grow so much. I grow tired so much.
Two blankets for the coldest night of the year. One last time to try to fill the gap. One last time to try to make good..... though I've heard that summer will take care of that if I only wish it hard enough.
I hope they'll forget who I've been when I become who I am. I mean, I hope they'll forgive the times I've been the stupid one, the lazy one, the apathetic one, the mean one, the uncaring one. I hope they'll understand I've recognized where I went wrong. I hope they'll recognize where they went wrong. I can read their intellectual power..... I know they can't. I can read the future..... I know they won't. But I will. I will, I will. So that means that sometimes, sometimes I really won't. But I will.
That odd weight on my shoulder blades is just the wings beginning to form. That odd tugging in my chest is just the love waiting to form.
There's something stuck inside.
This month it's the carpals.
Last month it was the tarsals.
The month before was the ribcage.
It's all a matter of conquering myself step by step..... or limb by limb.
So I spin poi now. Figure I might as well catch up with the all the spinning happening all around me. Cycles. The earth. The moon. The planets. The sun. Seasons. Human connections and actions. My period. My bicycle wheels. My skateboard wheels. Water in every form. Plates. That tick, tick, tick that I can never fully escape. Etc.....
I feel complete balance. I fall in love daily. I fall down daily. I grow so much. I grow tired so much.
Two blankets for the coldest night of the year. One last time to try to fill the gap. One last time to try to make good..... though I've heard that summer will take care of that if I only wish it hard enough.
I hope they'll forget who I've been when I become who I am. I mean, I hope they'll forgive the times I've been the stupid one, the lazy one, the apathetic one, the mean one, the uncaring one. I hope they'll understand I've recognized where I went wrong. I hope they'll recognize where they went wrong. I can read their intellectual power..... I know they can't. I can read the future..... I know they won't. But I will. I will, I will. So that means that sometimes, sometimes I really won't. But I will.
That odd weight on my shoulder blades is just the wings beginning to form. That odd tugging in my chest is just the love waiting to form.