Jump.
Well, no, actually.
I don't want to jump.
I want to leap
and skip
and dance into a new sunrise.
It's time to turn off the light
and close the door,
Because it's really getting dark in here.
Close your mouth,
mute the babel,
bare your ears.
****** I'm speaking to you.
Not with my mouth,
with my heart
and my soul
not my brain.
These aren't feathered words.
This is my distress.
I'm sorry,
I'm going to turn off the light,
close the door
and dance.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 5:01 AM UTC
Jump.
Well, no, actually.
I don't want to jump.
I want to leap
and skip
and dance into a new sunrise.
It's time to turn off the light
and close the door,
Because it's really getting dark in here.
Close your mouth,
mute the babel,
bare your ears.
****** I'm speaking to you.
Not with my mouth,
with my heart
and my soul
not my brain.
These aren't feathered words.
This is my distress.
I'm sorry,
I'm going to turn off the light,
close the door
and dance.
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