I have a tendency to distrust
anyone who has their **** together.
How the peaceful sleep at night
through wars on the television
and skeletons in their dreams.
I have a tendency to avoid
those who are whole;
those who possess a truth,
a faith that transmutes
all intention into each moment of chaos
that no human heart could understand-
those that stand on the hill
and work up their throats,
without saying anything much at all.
I have a tendency to fall in love
with the passing stranger,
clutching their phone
and all alone in the concrete streets.
Those who freeze in fear,
those who can barely eat;
those who still find the strength
to tap their feet
to music, and its restoring beat.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
I have a tendency to distrust
anyone who has their **** together.
How the peaceful sleep at night
through wars on the television
and skeletons in their dreams.
I have a tendency to avoid
those who are whole;
those who possess a truth,
a faith that transmutes
all intention into each moment of chaos
that no human heart could understand-
those that stand on the hill
and work up their throats,
without saying anything much at all.
I have a tendency to fall in love
with the passing stranger,
clutching their phone
and all alone in the concrete streets.
Those who freeze in fear,
those who can barely eat;
those who still find the strength
to tap their feet
to music, and its restoring beat.
(C) 04.06.2015
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