redzenith

I meant to do a lot of things to feel to seethe to break to swivel on a thread above the ocean to walk into a forest dark I meant to do a lot of things until dreams would mend with dreams and river beds with fallen trees I thought I said I would cross beyond but instead I sit, i sleep, i do not stirr I limp my way through streets alone I was meant to find that hollow bone not as full of marrow and of dust i bite, i scratch and i do not feel like there is no forest in the dark there is no ocean, lake or forest-trees just nightmares, pain and blinds.

I meant to do a lot of things to feel to seethe to break to swivel on a thread above the ocean to walk into a forest dark I meant to do a lot of things until dreams would mend with dreams and river beds with fallen trees I thought I said I would cross beyond but instead I sit, i sleep, i do not stirr I limp my way through streets alone I was meant to find that hollow bone not as full of marrow and of dust i bite, i scratch and i do not feel like there is no forest in the dark there is no ocean, lake or forest-trees just nightmares, pain and blinds.