water is wetter
cold is warmer
emptiness is bigger
or is it smaller
than the sum of mistakes i've been holding onto
few know what i hold against myself
fewer could place the truest reason-
wondering what late night dreams i'll spin in her head
perhaps she'll dream of me complete and full
like i was the day i was born
in another life-
to another set of never ending circumstances-
sometimes the loving i pay to lay
closes around me and reminds me that temporary stutters have been bubbling around me for decades
and that bittersweet memory of completeness comes with work that i haven't been doing much of lately-
to sail them away is to first build the boat that carries them away
the only explanation i need is to know that my hands are far too soft to build at this time-
first i must find water..
and the beginning of falling a part..
but as i go i remember falling a part is not bad because it signifies that i view some part of myself as together in some way , shape or form...
