the words fell
frantic,
and I found myself watching again
stone faced as usual.
while my mind ran back
to some place I used to remember,
a place I often think of
on those days I can still believe
on those evenings I dare to wander...

what has become of these reasons for living
tattered and fragmented they all seem to be,
hung on the lowest rung of reasons
reasons I held onto,
now balancing precariously
between darker and vague,
listless and dying
with each captured breath,
thrown against the wind
for later, or never

and yet, I hear sounds
same as before,
blending.
the past and beyond
wrapped around today
meaningless
worthless,
word play …

10/21/2008

Posted on 10/22/2008
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