Thursday, February 23, 2012

Its untouchable
You wish you could cry is away.
but it doesn't work like that
a complex maze of grey strings.
Your stuck
Where are the scissors?
its doesn't want to leave
neither do you.
It must be resolved
it can't leave like this.
your heart has a fast grip
those little hands stick out of the pieces 
grabbing for each other.
Holding on
Clammy eyes won't shut
it hurts to let them fly
its really weird, like calling yourself an albatross. 
Just strange.
sleep is the cure.
bright eyes remember nothing.


  1. Okay. Now that I keep hearing the boys trying to sing "Hello Seattle" I realize where your mysterious references of sleeping pills and albatrosses are coming from.