Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Seagulls.

I need some time to keep it all in place.
I'm feeling fine.
Just give me my space.

Seagulls.
Plink.
Can I take it home?
Postpone.
                              Space.
Concern.
                                                                                                              Frustration.
Chocolate.
Sickly-sweet.
            Letters.
Turbulence.
Doubt.
Tired.
                                    You've let yourself go.
                                                                                                              Who are you?
You're changing.
Stay away.
Abuse.
Scissors.
                                                                                                         Ear.
                        Hair.
Burnt.
Directive.
Meursault.
Coffee.
                                                                                                                  Exhaustion.
12:00 AM.
                     It's not enough.
It can't be fixed.
I don't want to talk about it.
Stop it.
                                               Be quiet.
Don't bother.
Malaise forever.
                                                                                                            Winter.
                                                                                                             Ambition.
Pain.
Tender.
Two-thousand calorie-diet.
Multi-vitamin.
Paint.
Clocks.

I don't trust you.
                      How can you be sure?
         When?
Touch.
Place.
It's broken.
                             Music.
                                        Thirst.
                                                                                                                  On-Foot.
Torn gloves.
Torn jeans.
                                                                                                Names.
Never there.
                                                                                                                     More.
                                                        You're like.
It reminds me of you.
What if?
                   I don't think so.
Could you repeat that?
Are you?
Priority. 

Please know that I'm trying. 

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