i slipped from the couch,
but just kept sitting on the floor
my legs hurting in their positions
someone's pacing around the room
from one side to the other
looking for something other than themselves
clic clic clic
nails on stone
interesting, how long a street seems, when you're sad
a cry in the clouds
a place at the sun
tell me how you think
sudden plans
six hours
too much time on my hands
dangerous ideas
factory working
a single shoe
the cold approaching slowly
the winter makes it harder to love
mismatched stones and a letter i never sent in your mailbox
being appreciated
being wanted
warm water and so much guilt
tear my seams
cut open my hand
iron and irony
tales from long lost times
carefree kids
a new city
a dog at the window
growling at shadows
blue bedsheets and white puppies
have you been happy?
were you okay back then?
crying lonely
afraid of touch
knowing more
hiding behind wood
a baby in the womb
purple bruises around your eye, somebody wants to kill you
you don't know what that means
a disattached mind
protecting from harm
never remembering
being good at acting
always switching
same songs, different radio
young touch, aging well
the conversation of soulmates
short points
sharp edges
it doesn't fit together
a yellow painting
a pencil drawing
being foreign to somebody else
not fitting into books
going down
being scared
a sad dance, a worrying king
mazes over mazes
