2006-11-07

Something in my own language

on past, present and future.

How do you spread your wings while wrapped in a cellophane of flesh? It's hard to breathe when packed air tight.

I used to try. Then my muscles became sore from pushing out to no avail and my head started to question my arms why they pushed and then my head questioned my heart and when my head questions my heart i begin to doubt and then I am driven to dislike of the cellophane which lead to a pungent taste of flesh and when I no longer tasted the skin in my mouth I began to question my tongue wondered if it asked for too much so i asked for less and less and then I had nothing because I saw nothing in everything now I want everything and see nothing in sight.

Oh where is the great decipherer?

I admit my feelings were all my fault. I do not feel ashamed.

Katrina at 5:19 PM

2006-11-07

Something in my own language

on past, present and future.

How do you spread your wings while wrapped in a cellophane of flesh? It's hard to breathe when packed air tight.

I used to try. Then my muscles became sore from pushing out to no avail and my head started to question my arms why they pushed and then my head questioned my heart and when my head questions my heart i begin to doubt and then I am driven to dislike of the cellophane which lead to a pungent taste of flesh and when I no longer tasted the skin in my mouth I began to question my tongue wondered if it asked for too much so i asked for less and less and then I had nothing because I saw nothing in everything now I want everything and see nothing in sight.

Oh where is the great decipherer?

I admit my feelings were all my fault. I do not feel ashamed.

Katrina at 5:19 PM