Sunday, February 21, 2010


You tie life's anchor to your leg
and and dive into the black.
Then you take it all in,
and let it all back out again.

you fall apart slowly
and you find it hard to sleep,
you stare at yourself and the secrets you keep.
You look past the mirror and the wall behind it,
Into the things that have nothing to think about.
Like talking shit about nothing in particular,
the way the weather is and the way the days are getting longer.
And nothing gets past the surface, and it stays in front of your eyes.
anything could pass in front of you, but your completely desensitized.
A new day has come, as maturity has grabbed you,
with its grey clammy hand to cushion the reality around you.

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