it was time to sow the seed,
stitch the old me
to the present me,
and breathe,
release
all this anxiety,
tension tightening
the grip, strapped around
my throat,
around my hopes,
the me I've missed,
burn white candles,
lay out my stones,
rewrite the misery,
untie the history,
reach closer
to the underbelly's guise, mystery,
why I've lived
through the eyes of others,
flies, gnats,
and dead meat,
there is no me there,
just blurred scribbles,
hopes for sunshine,
trying to be
something realer
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
it was time to sow the seed,
stitch the old me
to the present me,
and breathe,
release
all this anxiety,
tension tightening
the grip, strapped around
my throat,
around my hopes,
the me I've missed,
burn white candles,
lay out my stones,
rewrite the misery,
untie the history,
reach closer
to the underbelly's guise, mystery,
why I've lived
through the eyes of others,
flies, gnats,
and dead meat,
there is no me there,
just blurred scribbles,
hopes for sunshine,
trying to be
something realer
this piece is a thought I had after a shower, as I combed my hair ~
the essence is depicted as my life, and mind, and body being combed through
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