#cottonwood
Love is our cottonwood.
Further I give chase,
Further it strays.
If only it may fall upon my palms,
May I fleetingly hold and sway,
Until Wind takes us,
Far, Far away.
~Robert van Lingen
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC
It's funny:
Until now I couldn't imagine dependency on substances.
I didn't know how to imagine addiction.
Couldn't imagine a Routine in Smoke
But for the first time I got just to the edge--
went only a bit beyond.
And then I forgot.
I forgot to worry
my head like a puff of cottonwood
I didn't even have a backburner on
Simmering the responsibility
the inability
the fragility
of my self.
When I woke up it was back.
I had worry rushing to fill my head because it had
to make up for Lost Time.
and i wish i never had to stop Losing Time.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC