Here then there and gone.
Desperately to hold onto something
yet yearning for freedom
and to be aware of the shadows
for once.
Please no more order or rhythm
to days bleeding into nights of sad.
Just open air and sky
and light buttery warmth
of familiar faces and gut wrenching
chuckles.
I'd rather not sit still
but move and create and shift.
To make a mark, difference, piece of good
in a place where it lacks.

03/30/2011

Posted on 04/07/2011
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