I want to tell you, but these words are so heavy and my feelings rest on fleeting feathers. I want to be strong like the Mayans, like calendars I want to predict what we will be tomorrow, but I cant. And this loss of control is unfathomable, i mean how could I? me...who protected my heart with a silver bullet, damn u have managed to transcend reality. damn u have managed to get under my skin, and as long as I hold these words near my infiltrated battle ground, they will continue to permeate my body like a searching virus. It will seek and destroy me so I really have to release before I'm dragged back in.
shit that was a rant, just on my poetry wave :)
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