i am trying to stay closer to the ground clip the string that keeps my heart flying in the clouds come back here, silly fool. there are bags of rice attached to the soles of my feet they've been weighing me down for quite some time i am living both in the clouds and sinking into the earth. i have found no balance.
to the core of my bones, in their very marrow, there is an ache that will not quit. there is a longing for something more. more more more than what i have more always more but more of what, i haven't a clue.
i need to learn to fall. and then to get right back up. instead i am lying here bruised and battered still fighting the battles that are long over the soldiers have all gone home to their beautifulwivesbeautifulchildren
i am sitting here alone in this field with tall grass that will soon blanket me and empty bullet shells. and i will lie here. until the white winter comes and covers me as well only to be found in the springtime by a pair of wandering lovers.