(2013)
#Days #LifeWeeks
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well