I have been living in the warm womb of solitude
For the past few months of my existence
Enjoying all the numbed emotional experiences my fetus-y form can handle
Feeding off my friends and family to steal their wisdom and words
Stealing their past revelations and independence and growth
Growing pounds like a puppy and gaining inches like a tapeworm
Till my previously battered brain begins to crave
The aches and pains of heartbreak once more
Yearning for the cold, unforgiving air of reality on my newborn skin
After nine months of solitude and twelve weeks of young love
Searching wantonly for the sensations I left behind
Such as the warmth of a girl’s fingers between my own
My mind demands something more rigorous to live through
My mind, a scarred warrior, craves a new challenge
Something for it to be beaten and bloodied and crushed by
Something for it to mourn and learn from and conquer
For you see; the wings within my spine are quivering
They’re rippling with excitement at the thoughts in my head
The thought of finally, finally, finally
Getting back out into the world again
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
I have been living in the warm womb of solitude
For the past few months of my existence
Enjoying all the numbed emotional experiences my fetus-y form can handle
Feeding off my friends and family to steal their wisdom and words
Stealing their past revelations and independence and growth
Growing pounds like a puppy and gaining inches like a tapeworm
Till my previously battered brain begins to crave
The aches and pains of heartbreak once more
Yearning for the cold, unforgiving air of reality on my newborn skin
After nine months of solitude and twelve weeks of young love
Searching wantonly for the sensations I left behind
Such as the warmth of a girl’s fingers between my own
My mind demands something more rigorous to live through
My mind, a scarred warrior, craves a new challenge
Something for it to be beaten and bloodied and crushed by
Something for it to mourn and learn from and conquer
For you see; the wings within my spine are quivering
They’re rippling with excitement at the thoughts in my head
The thought of finally, finally, finally
Getting back out into the world again
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