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A Parachute For Drowning
taranutula
ertemochi
Always this dialogue

but now it's ever so clearer
darkly
darkly

reflective and reflexive

stunned . . . . I know these people

they don't know me.

and i've been lying

the mornings have been dark/unknown
the evenings have been blistering

I've been both


I've learned to count my days now with
punctuations of encouragement
so that they out match where I don't want to be.

even with this- old lessons drag behind me.
such disdain- thought we were done

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