Saturday, August 20, 2011

Mental Graffiti.

Broken things have a way of catching me.
A breath, a beat always escape.

I can never write as smoothly as you.
Words flowing like I can't even explain.
Clutching at my heart until I feel my breath flicker.

You make me want to look at the sky forever,
Where the world is far more than what I see
Where there might be a chance you actually remember me
And where I can forget myself, even though I don't know who that is.

Strangeness is beyond my grasp.
I meld into the shapes of people I hardly understand.
My thoughts stumble into one another
Creating landscapes I have never seen.
But in all of them, there is always you.

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