Thursday, May 31, 2012

and never look back

Two square meals; four square walls.
“Maybe tomorrow” never comes--
Acceptance drowning in pools of amber.

Through an open door.
Heavy in my palms,
Fingers filled to bursting with their own rhythm.

So light, so dark when the sky becomes an ocean.

(RIP 05/31/2012)

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