I'm not sure, nor am I sick. My heart aches though, these days. When I push open the front door, and the house is completely empty. Yet so full of breathing chests. But mine is hallow, and the vibrations and affiliations are that of a dog. Hooked on a fence, the chain dangling down it's neck. As it snaps the sky between its slobbering jaws. I wish the sky snapped me up, took me away to a place where people looked up when you walked past. It's not about being noticed, it's about being loved...
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
I'm not sure, nor am I sick. My heart aches though, these days. When I push open the front door, and the house is completely empty. Yet so full of breathing chests. But mine is hallow, and the vibrations and affiliations are that of a dog. Hooked on a fence, the chain dangling down it's neck. As it snaps the sky between its slobbering jaws. I wish the sky snapped me up, took me away to a place where people looked up when you walked past. It's not about being noticed, it's about being loved...
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