yeahm, i got problems, full stop. standing on the brink, toes out. gotta let go, i was the ice beneath these skates, now i'm the rust in the wheels, resisting your pull and your push. i got a home and i know what i gotta do
papers out, i sketch my cage. loops & lines. mountains i built to climb, instead skidded backwards at double speed. i feel the breathe of madness on my neck, telling to relax into it's embrace.
in the silence,
my hands become gloves.
whose fingerprints were there
on the axe that chopped me up
last night ?
i shall close my eyes now,
and take it all.
who's there, but me ?
my thoughts were kites in careless hands,
and i suffered the thread wounds.
now, i shall fly the kite
and suffer the wounds.
i wonder,
will something come anew ?