sometimes i wonder
sometime i wonder if i am holding on
the tips of your hair,
the only living thing thats keeping it on your head

is that me?
is everything ive ever lived with, for, dead?

you don't feel your hair being alive,
you only feel it when something is tugging on it
we sometimes forget that its even there,
that were even alive, until that pull
the pull that separates death from pain
pain from life

we're holding on by a strand.



thursday 12th january 12:20 AM 2012