I’m cutting out the fat,
and its leaving so much
unused tissue.
Sinewy fragments ripped from what was once apart of me,
walk around the ground as a completely
different entity.
Its starting to really scare me
how distance can be easy.
How it is the light from here to there,
yet the horizon on the ocean.
It’s a summer breeze with nothing to say.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 2:37 AM UTC
I’m cutting out the fat,
and its leaving so much
unused tissue.
Sinewy fragments ripped from what was once apart of me,
walk around the ground as a completely
different entity.
Its starting to really scare me
how distance can be easy.
How it is the light from here to there,
yet the horizon on the ocean.
It’s a summer breeze with nothing to say.
