An empty hospital bed
The race of those two drops outside the window
The growl of tires on the gravel
Fading though
As those lines etch themselves into the face of the people
And those rivers and potholes carve through the crust of our universe
That blank stare as love fades from your gaze
And this empty room
And this space – suddenly so much bigger –
What happens now?
What happens when I don’t even feel
Like wondering?
And we forget everything about ourselves and have to find our
Relationship to others
But through ourselves
In other words, how do we find ourselves alone in the dark?
Well we feel
And I feel through art.
So stop poking and prodding
And just try to let it fill you
Like it does me with anything you can feel, anything at all.
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
An empty hospital bed
The race of those two drops outside the window
The growl of tires on the gravel
Fading though
As those lines etch themselves into the face of the people
And those rivers and potholes carve through the crust of our universe
That blank stare as love fades from your gaze
And this empty room
And this space – suddenly so much bigger –
What happens now?
What happens when I don’t even feel
Like wondering?
And we forget everything about ourselves and have to find our
Relationship to others
But through ourselves
In other words, how do we find ourselves alone in the dark?
Well we feel
And I feel through art.
So stop poking and prodding
And just try to let it fill you
Like it does me with anything you can feel, anything at all.
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