Breathe
Grapple here
in vines
where dampness
is breath,
and crystal futures
paint cold metaphors
onto leaking minds.
in vines
where dampness
is breath,
and crystal futures
paint cold metaphors
onto leaking minds.
The constant
dull drip
vacates to
memories or
make believe, both
elsewhere, and without
the dynamism of
breath.
Written Jan 2013.... It's better to be breathing, moving, living, grappling with and growing through the difficult and uncomfortable things in life than attempting to exist in the safety shell of memories or pretence and remaining static.
Written Jan 2013.... It's better to be breathing, moving, living, grappling with and growing through the difficult and uncomfortable things in life than attempting to exist in the safety shell of memories or pretence and remaining static.
Like it? Yes.
ReplyDeleteUnderstand it? not so sure!