The sound of morning;
a portion of my face interfered by sunlight; a play of light and shadow.
I am hushed by sparks on the horizon, plaguing dark suspending skies.
I eat the leftover bread crumbs spilled along the sidewalk. Some of them mistaken for rocks;
The harsh edges, the same white cotton taste.
Both my feet move in such synchronization
Like the clock that ticks behind my ears.
I walk for miles and miles with the dawn’s cold shoulder shadowing over me.
I dig out the shiny little things from my brain, to keep them safe and warm between my toes.
A slight gut reaction,
this place feels fairly familiar but then again,
so foreign... like sleep.
The minutes go by like seconds,
I walk pass faceless strangers, bare foot
my consciousness lingering by the knee.
My feet, I could no longer feel.
The wind;; like spiders
making its way up, vertebrae by vertebrae
I lay down on the pavement with my eyes shut.
voices, murmuring beneath the concrete where the centipedes hide.
My lashes spread;; my breath making clouds in the air
everything else ends up behind my eyelids.
- Mood:
Sentimental - Listening to: coldplay
new place to vent.
Grouchy
Frustrated
Bliss
