Lying on the grass in the comfort of nights cool starlight sheet pulled over me
I can't feel a live soul for miles
I am electric
Thoughts lost in the static of leaves swaying above me
Gusts of wind offering a crisp shock to my skin
And sounds surrounding the atmosphere just for me
For me!
A moment like this was presented
A terrible joy found in sadness
Like biting the cuts on the inside of your mouth
Or squeezing a bruise to know where it hurts
Where does it hurt?
What physical force will cure this?
This
Which I cannot see
This
Which I cannot control
This
Which I am
How do you fix something
That was never truly complete?
Glueing together fragments of something that never existed
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC
Lying on the grass in the comfort of nights cool starlight sheet pulled over me
I can't feel a live soul for miles
I am electric
Thoughts lost in the static of leaves swaying above me
Gusts of wind offering a crisp shock to my skin
And sounds surrounding the atmosphere just for me
For me!
A moment like this was presented
A terrible joy found in sadness
Like biting the cuts on the inside of your mouth
Or squeezing a bruise to know where it hurts
Where does it hurt?
What physical force will cure this?
This
Which I cannot see
This
Which I cannot control
This
Which I am
How do you fix something
That was never truly complete?
Glueing together fragments of something that never existed
I've got so much more to add to this but writers block ***** and strikes at the oddest times
