Feb 2015
Our rope is worn,
and soon we will each be left alone;
only ghosts of what we had once been.
Perhaps it was my pride and your
inability to communicate anything
beyond the objective that stifled
our flame and brought end to our name;
Perhaps we are both to blame.
and soon we will each be left alone;
only ghosts of what we had once been.
Perhaps it was my pride and your
inability to communicate anything
beyond the objective that stifled
our flame and brought end to our name;
Perhaps we are both to blame.
Lately, I've had this sensation of losing touch with my body. I feel disconnected and estranged from it, more and more frequently. The face that looks me back in the mirror is always alarming.
