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September 18, 2006

it’s getting cold…

some warmth

a relic of home

a slice of faith

maybe that’s all we need

maybe that’s all we seek

"i’m on the outside looking in"

cold…alien…cold 

…and you thought coffee was bitter

High on caffeine and shredded belief
You hear your voice
It speaks not what you want
Numbness overrides
A knock on the door
A knock back to senses
A flood drips from the parched
You wander, you wait, you wonder
Hands that lift you up
Only to let go from the top
And here you fall
Will you ever rise?
Open your eyes wide
Can you not see?!
Trust hurts
Need fractures
In shock, in loss,
In hatred of self
You walk on
In a trance
Haunted, knotted
Blemishes of past…indelible
Illusions of now…no more
Kill the hope
Burn the ties
Shards
Vestiges
Who are you?
Why are you?