Sometimes teeth and gibberish are all I understand. Teeth chatter and clatter and now I can't eat 'cause I'm talking. Talking and breathing.
If sunshine was a food I'd eat it everyday. I'd bask in the light and maybe I'd stay, stay to have a dream. I'd dream of the brain, the mind, the kin. The kind of mind that lives herein. Breathe! In and out, but not like that, that's loud. Loud and big and bold. I breathe and sleep and wake and dream. A list like this is hard to find. I found it once, it was in a shrub. A shrub! Who left it there? I don't really care... I fell in love I think. It's light and soft and more than I thought I could ever want it to be. Could some time lend me more time to decide what is this love? to decide my fate, my insanity. We all just sit in silence. Cold and warm fire and ice-- a difference you'll never know. So to recap, I talk with teeth, and listen to the sun. I found a list of good things hiding in a shrub, I fell in love and found out, insanity is rough. So breathe! expand your bright minds view to see the stars around you. It's important-- you know, more important now. That now you know you matter because you've read today.
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