Maybe it wasn't sporadic,
but I saw the outbreak coming nonetheless
and this complication isn't remedied painlessly
Until I finally fell and landed perilously where I'm not even wanted
but feel somehow that the pain belongs to me
and I belong to it
Its mine and I'll keep it; oceans could be deeper.
You can't float lifeboats on land
But when the wind becomes black ink,
and I can't lean against the running trees;
I block my face and chase after them
and while I know I think in metaphors and not similes,
I like to think I lie
and I'm only myself,
darkly and simply realistic
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 5:26 PM UTC
Maybe it wasn't sporadic,
but I saw the outbreak coming nonetheless
and this complication isn't remedied painlessly
Until I finally fell and landed perilously where I'm not even wanted
but feel somehow that the pain belongs to me
and I belong to it
Its mine and I'll keep it; oceans could be deeper.
You can't float lifeboats on land
But when the wind becomes black ink,
and I can't lean against the running trees;
I block my face and chase after them
and while I know I think in metaphors and not similes,
I like to think I lie
and I'm only myself,
darkly and simply realistic
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