Saturday, December 21, 2013

throwing bottles in the well

And then they said nothing.
And I said nothing.

My mind so blank sometimes I don't move for hours.
My sensitivities robbed.
The restlessness that grates straight down the inside of my ribs.
every day
every day
and quelled only by what's not right

but who's to say? maybe it's all that's right.


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