listen to the rain wet my washing on the line. lose my faith in the headlines; find salvation at the checkout. the blood bank didn’t want me when I couldn’t pass their test. apologise for wasting time to spend more staring at the wall. making sense til we let our mouths open. dream of talking without words and an end to wanting more. maybe someday I’ll run out of thoughts to terrorise myself. I have everything I’ll ever need. is everything enough?
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