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Sunday, September 11, 2005
2:51 pm

On words.


Words hide when we try
To herd them into groups
They refuse to sit still and make sense
As I almost cry at their taunting
They crawl with cold feet
Like single wet squirrel hairs
Over this rose-scented skin
It is a struggle to relax
One that threatens with false calm.
Someday I'll vanish.
Don't blame the words
It is not torture they intend
Only the survival of their species.

--

I am tired and sorely lacking in sleep. Spent the night at michelle's house with sam, so we didn't manage to get much sleep, though sam was the first to nod off again as usual.

There are so many things that have returned to plague me. Things that I thought were dealt with, long blown away by the wind but by some stroke of sheer (bad) luck, have been swept back in my direction, waves and waves of them crashing into me unceasingly.