Tuesday, June 15, 2010

flightless.

The water quietly travels to its designated escapes.
All the glass. Its spotted.
The breeze feels good.
Refreshing. Welcoming. Cool.

I'm okay. I promise.
It doesn't effect me anymore
I feel nothing
More than I feel something.

I'm careful. So careful I don't need to be warned.
Ill take your kind words anytime.
Keep them coming.
They help.

I've reached my end.
I don't feel.

But I like the way that felt.
Unexpected. But present.

I've got my rainboots on.

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