everything. everything that is and is not and triggers and voices circulating around a clock. when does it make sense…? when does it stop? the strain is poisonous, day in and day out. my hands are freezing but i’m standing in fire. stuck but always moving. sleep deprived and bleeding smoke, a strengthening strain but with all desirable hope. arrested and held accountable. oh god, i wonder what’s next.
18 Dec This entry was published on December 18, 2011 at 4:37 PM and is filed under Words.