The wrinkles of time are setting in and I'm a raisin. A 19 year old raisin. It's summer and I was a grape drying under the sun many moons ago. Now I'm pruned...
But my chest is widening and closing all at the same time. My heart expanding and shrinking. I can feel the day in my stomach once I'm faced down in bed. Then a rush...
I used to wait bitterly. Gingerly picked at all my bitter scabs. And then cemented all my words and all I've heard to a box worth forgetting and pages worth ripping. So I tore...
Now, with my face down in bed, a rush caught my sides and turned me upside down. I meet and greet at the downsides but I look up and everything was gone. I was emptied and filled and found something you gave me...
We are a storm.
But my chest is widening and closing all at the same time. My heart expanding and shrinking. I can feel the day in my stomach once I'm faced down in bed. Then a rush...
I used to wait bitterly. Gingerly picked at all my bitter scabs. And then cemented all my words and all I've heard to a box worth forgetting and pages worth ripping. So I tore...
Now, with my face down in bed, a rush caught my sides and turned me upside down. I meet and greet at the downsides but I look up and everything was gone. I was emptied and filled and found something you gave me...
We are a storm.
