Tuesday, October 13, 2009

slow: zombies at play.

my lack of sleep is getting to me. its impossible for me to have a meaningful discussion. i am easily distracted. by thoughts, by beats and rhythms, by faces. by thoughts, by worries. here i go, i'm on repeat. my heart just really hasn't been put into anything lately. its gloomy. the winter always does this to me. when i scratch my legs i can feel my fingernails. i don't think you fully understand the concept of 'this'. oh and could you please slip me some of those lovely pills you have there? i think not, youre the best medication.


i'm a tree. my emotions run as deep as roots. i'm so full of life, so full of color, so ready for the emptiness that i'm sure is to come. my cheeks flush, i let out a deep breath. i sway in the wind. i'm vulnerable, but i'm stable. i'm pieced together, undergo change with the weather. right before your eyes.

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