(Sometimes I crackle,
like the sound of a pencil
that you wanted to break
to prove to yourself
that sometimes it's okay to break a pencil
and I wish I could see
beyond the horizon of my own mind
that glows with the simplest doubt
and with the simplest fear;
and so some wrinkles hide under other ones
disease and psychosis
are the best kind of blanket
like the forts you made as a kid
where you could hide and they'd find you
but you could still not listen; if you wanted to)
May 15, 2011
May 15, 2011 at 1:29 PM UTC
(Sometimes I crackle,
like the sound of a pencil
that you wanted to break
to prove to yourself
that sometimes it's okay to break a pencil
and I wish I could see
beyond the horizon of my own mind
that glows with the simplest doubt
and with the simplest fear;
and so some wrinkles hide under other ones
disease and psychosis
are the best kind of blanket
like the forts you made as a kid
where you could hide and they'd find you
but you could still not listen; if you wanted to)