downwards



I am drifting. Aimlessly, rudderlessly.
I am not sure how I got to be here, in this place. This place where I wait. (Stasis)

There is forced silence, it's so loud my ears hurt, but not nearly as much as my heart does. (How did I get here?)


It's free falling. Without the actual fall. Like a drunk hugging the pavement, what I feel and what is are two different points of reference.
(i feel so cold)


My words turn inwards on me, bite me, force me to bleed. It's tangy, like copper filings, metallic, steel.
And I crave it.


I wish I was more beautiful. more deserving. More....bold.

2008-09-04 9:49 p.m.