Split
04-13-2014, 03:07 PM
understand
sometimes, I feel I belong... amidst recollections
of ceilings I starred. Now, that galaxy's barren.
Plain plaster of paris. Vacuum sealed. Words in a song.
My belongings collect me. The yester-me is cracks in my larynx-
I can search for the instants. Nah. I'm always obssesing,
I'd rather nurture disinterest. I'm so much further conflicted
over phantom attachments. A wall full of masks
I can don, and practice my absent pursuit.
Pieces of me. Pieces of you. Subsequent misses
[unfinished atm] (will post links)
sometimes, I feel I belong... amidst recollections
of ceilings I starred. Now, that galaxy's barren.
Plain plaster of paris. Vacuum sealed. Words in a song.
My belongings collect me. The yester-me is cracks in my larynx-
I can search for the instants. Nah. I'm always obssesing,
I'd rather nurture disinterest. I'm so much further conflicted
over phantom attachments. A wall full of masks
I can don, and practice my absent pursuit.
Pieces of me. Pieces of you. Subsequent misses
[unfinished atm] (will post links)