Thursday, January 8, 2009

this is me. ripe and new.

she had two way mirror eyes.  in one ear and out the other. a needle t(p)icking through my veins.  is this love or is this misery? the middle's not that far off.  feeling like a deserted island.  send my loneliness in a bottle.  postmarked from my head to my ribs.

this isn't just a growing pain.
this is growing up.
welcome home dream(er)s

1 comment:

  1. Eyes are often nothing but windows to emotions. Some are better left boarded up, and some should have never been boarded up in the first place.

    It's funny how powerful you can make yourself feel just because of the screws in your hand.