It is with the simplicity of a single sheet of paper that these words are coming out of me.
None at all.
Struggling, aching with potential.
Clouding the emptiness, growing heavier.
Getting so heavy.
Bursting forth, victoriously impulsive and unprepared.
Leaping!
Falling from the lips, and dying, too fragile to endure
the critical gaze of the beautiful.
The senten ces be gin to break apart into syllab les
and then in
to
lett
ers
the substance of
m y
int er actions wi th
oth ers
dying
in
t
h
e
mud.
Aug 2, 2010
Aug 2, 2010 at 12:07 PM UTC
It is with the simplicity of a single sheet of paper that these words are coming out of me.
None at all.
Struggling, aching with potential.
Clouding the emptiness, growing heavier.
Getting so heavy.
Bursting forth, victoriously impulsive and unprepared.
Leaping!
Falling from the lips, and dying, too fragile to endure
the critical gaze of the beautiful.
The senten ces be gin to break apart into syllab les
and then in
to
lett
ers
the substance of
m y
int er actions wi th
oth ers
dying
in
t
h
e
mud.
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