Friday, September 16, 2005

Trancending nothing.

dripping wet, soaking through my skin
my body hardens, and feels the bitter air
the naked body in the window
the sun setting
and only this openness will be here for me.

still taking it all in, pebbled and chiseled
i want to become more like a rock
more than this pinprick i just felt
and stop the bleeding, stop the wounds
from starting.

if i could soar, if i could be immune
i would not dare, though i try
i have no rational at all anymore
just chaoticly confused brainwaves
thinking of you.


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