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scratching a pen on paper creates roughly drawn pictures that mimic life
it was between us and them
i drew a line across the room with the cord from the fan
and i was left standing alone
my side was barren and cold... it was between me and the world
i felt the shockwave as it tore through the room- i felt the tears as they ripped from my eyes
without a word they left me
i felt empty when the door slammed goodbye
i sat down to cry my tears, to write my words, to look at fear
i felt free when i gave them up to fly
i constructed stars for twinkling- large and small. and a tree that grew hearts from it's weathered branches reminding me that nothing is sacred... nothing is secure.
i dropped the hearts one by one- listened to them crackle
faintly screaming ouch for each one... i am teaching heartbreak, it's what i know
because i remember pain and how it felt to let it go
and this paints such a gorgeous picture...i can't even imagine how the drawings must look. this is so unique and painful.. i love it