there are too many words in my head that arent completely formed and too many that have become stale yet i still believe them to be true, and i still feel them.
the pores in my face are fully cleansed and waiting for something dirty to fill them. if you dont know then dont give every inclination that you do know. and there they go again, they desiccate with the altitude of this miles high city and these streets that have shown moisture for today. they fade away and slap me in the face and then vanish just before my hand can have the strength to hold on to them enough to absorb them through my heart and process them through this mind that keeps on running away from me.............................
not knowing the impact of a car crash or knowing how to fall freely out of an airplane, only knowing that my body goes just as fast as my car and the petals underneath my feet should be called levers or something other than the same word for pieces of the rose that are dried up in that box of mine hiding somewhere in the shadows of my bedframe. only knowing the feeling of traveling above the current weather in the place that im going and not yet being there, and not being able to find songs that fit into this heart of mine and this time in my mind and not being able to pinpoint anything at all until this moment, and the fear that i have become numb again only to realize that tonight i remembered that im not, and that the people that make me feel are the ones that i so desperately need to have by my side....and have them stay there........................
