it’s the funny sound that the fan makes when you’re right below it. a sweet pitched twitch that lets you hear maneuver. that quiet reminder you’re only a vibration with electric matter. you. are. electric, baby. and i want to give you my plug.
it’s as if all the static in our lives went quiet.
… makes you notice things you never did before. the way the wind blows through everything. the consistent hum of the road. grumbling sounds of motorcyclist’s zooming by. airplanes thunder in the sky. the way the clouds light up in the evening light. the hum of the wind and twinkling sound of the sun-kissed leaves.Continue reading “a dark gloom against your back”
so gloomy my spirit soaks the pain up. straight on the rocks. i say one thing and you hear the other. and i feel you pick a scab that was never really there. defendant at loss, i always fight back. the tough skin on me knows nothing else. you surely can relate.. clearContinue reading “888”
you make me complicated.. delicate… involved. and my silence weakens our strength… moving through nonsense, the minutes roll by our dignity. caught up in levels that burn the capacity. washed away the solid foundation.. built on a pedestal, amounted to no good. trouble maker. you mask the cause. revolved on a whim. balanced by love. reflected by faults. Continue reading “we move like..”