It scares me that a muscular *****
and repeated rhythmic punches
are the only things keeping you
from being eaten by the ground.
It scares me there will always be
cities I will die without seeing,
always a little more
I could have done.
It scares me that you like to rock climb
and balance three fingers
from a cliff face, four hundred metres
above the ground.
It scares me that when I go to sleep,
I lose eight hours I will never get back.
Sometimes I lie awake
and taste my eyes aching.
It scares me that the world
could consist of electrical activity
raging inside my skull
and I would never know.
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 7:03 AM UTC
It scares me that a muscular *****
and repeated rhythmic punches
are the only things keeping you
from being eaten by the ground.
It scares me there will always be
cities I will die without seeing,
always a little more
I could have done.
It scares me that you like to rock climb
and balance three fingers
from a cliff face, four hundred metres
above the ground.
It scares me that when I go to sleep,
I lose eight hours I will never get back.
Sometimes I lie awake
and taste my eyes aching.
It scares me that the world
could consist of electrical activity
raging inside my skull
and I would never know.
