This sadness, it’s oxygen melted to chemical. It trickles down my crevices, it’s seeping in my pores. Something’s eating my smile, something’s making me slow, but it quickens my wits. Eye contact is a killer, these glances pour heat over me. And suddenly everything is serious, this is where I ruin everything. Every second counts because time is running out and it’s something I never believed in before. I’ve never been okay with waiting, with control but my independency has taken a vacation when all my weaknesses have found their home in my physical world while my defenses are falling to the changes and frights. This was just the easiest if not only thing to hold onto while there are things to worry about like falling from a plane or never seeing your face again, after thirty seven days, and I’m framed in this imperfect picture that I’ve told myself makes me whole. Where are you now?
Posted on Saturday, 10 July 2010
