Wednesday, October 26, 2011

a sting.

bright.

i learned that the familiar around me
is more like me than i knew.

if i had my way
there would be nothing to bury in this
there would be simple-
no used up words
and half mast regrets.

loud.

i like the pronunciation of the the things i can't quite feel
i like the reminders that there is a god in the rhythm of all of us.
i remember to breathe
and remember to forget that if i had my way i might be in a different position

different and maybe just a little the same..