Wednesday, April 28, 2010

freckled skin tightly wrapping itself over aching bones to frozen fingers and toes, clenched to unclenched. tired eyes holding back a collection of thoughts, unorganized. lips locked lips, locked silence & talking, talking, talking, but never really talking. i long to feel volumes, happiness in misplaced time.

1 comment:

C.S. Perry said...

I long to feel tomes, misplaced happiness in time.