Sometimes I like to lay on the ground
straight,
flat
and the pressure numbs my lungs,
the carpet itches against my cheek,
and I feel the noise of this house
in the walls,
the floors,
the bones.
And then I know
this is home.
Jul 10, 2011
Jul 10, 2011 at 9:50 AM UTC
Sometimes I like to lay on the ground
straight,
flat
and the pressure numbs my lungs,
the carpet itches against my cheek,
and I feel the noise of this house
in the walls,
the floors,
the bones.
And then I know
this is home.
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