Perhaps it is the phenomenon
of being constantly,
perfectly out of reach that
keeps me going in the mornings
when there is no glow,
& the comfort of living within
my alotted skin has vanished.
Perhaps it is the season,
these months of leaves
cascading,
that guides me,
gently,
down.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
Perhaps it is the phenomenon
of being constantly,
perfectly out of reach that
keeps me going in the mornings
when there is no glow,
& the comfort of living within
my alotted skin has vanished.
Perhaps it is the season,
these months of leaves
cascading,
that guides me,
gently,
down.
