Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Kept

If this day had been any more awkward. Uncomfortable. Insane. or strange... I might've thought I was dreaming.

I'm glad it's over.

The night falls like an old enemy.

Familiar comfort.

Soothing crickets singing for my insanity.

Can you hear them, too?

Oh there's great poetry to be had in the song, but it's going down in ink, where it belongs, not here, no, not here, where you'll defile it with all your misunderstandings and inferences... No, it's going where it's safe.

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