January 7, 2011
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is it really that cold in there ?
that empty?
and sad? all those rooms
that cant be opened
insensitivity is almost fashionable
current state of affairs seems trite
a long walk lets take maybe what we need is not to be here
maybe we never needed this why am i so
cold now
its seems like 2 decades winter
and i can tell by the looks on their faces what i am
the creature living in a world without mirrors could see
angels so dear lay beside me
tattered and torn up wings if only they could carry me and accept me
up there in that marvelous place where they all see
why cant i see>?
incredibly articulate designs crystallized and tiny are falling on me
this place
home
the doors seem to turn on me its cold down here
its hard to speak and think and accept it
you know… happiness
why cant i be happy ?
why do the chemicals to happy flow slowly? and not at all
im tired
curling into fetal
the cold was lethal
a hand
perhaps from god
kept me warm…and i awoke
