[living on lies.]
calm all around.
nothing inside.
i sleep in the meantime of resting.
i watch while words float off my tongue.
i cover my eyes in silence and stare through my fingers at this disaster.
i am fine.
every thing is fine.
things.
what is it?
these things we have?
where is value?
when did detail enter and sharpen my pupils, pressing needles back through my head?
let my eyelids fall.
catch them if you can.
every thing is fine.
to define oneself is not human.
so i am fine.
- posted by angela @ 8:25 AM