Archive for November 2010
But I Tried So Hard….
Posted on: November 7, 2010
Gatherings of modest raindrops make their way across November skies.
Staggering south as the wind blows. Hard.
55 now. Hugging pavement. Between all the lines. .
Remains of your reflection loitering in my rear-view. My eyes begin to leak with curiosity. A fragile sensation.
Pupils go numb. So stuck on staring at yours. Through yours. The answers caught beneath the irises. Such pretty irises. So perfect. So neat.
.
Yet who am I to be the judge of that? I suppose I will never know; I cannot see from the inside-out. So I remain silent. Sometimes not being in control is the most beautiful thing in the world.
Mind over matter, fucking with these filthy feelings. But feeling fucks back. .
A witch with a massive, black book of ugly, mean spells. Cast upon unsuspecting souls. 360′s on the spinal cord. A spiral staircase of white.
There is no escape. There is no end.
.
55 now. Hugging pavement. Between all the lines. .
Remains of your reflection loitering in my rear-view. My eyes begin to leak with curiosity. A fragile sensation.
Pupils go numb. So stuck on staring at yours. Through yours. The answers caught beneath the irises. Such pretty irises. So perfect. So neat.
.
Yet who am I to be the judge of that? I suppose I will never know; I cannot see from the inside-out. So I remain silent. Sometimes not being in control is the most beautiful thing in the world.
Mind over matter, fucking with these filthy feelings. But feeling fucks back. .
A witch with a massive, black book of ugly, mean spells. Cast upon unsuspecting souls. 360′s on the spinal cord. A spiral staircase of white.
There is no escape. There is no end.
.
