Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Little voices

Look at you, frantically grabbing at straws
too afraid to just go under
This air I breathe is all I need to
be with you;...whenever I want to

This time I think I'll want to need you, too

Only two of the same dumb mistakes
maligned to redesign this course
that I once thought, worth wishing for, but
Thinking is a fool's game


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