February 2012
9 posts
“anxiety. i see the train speed by and then it hits me. red lights, blaring...”
– Q
“Just the thought…”
– Goose pimples.
Wind against my skin
Envelope me
Touch me on my right
Squeeze my left
Lift me from my place upon this ground
Change my point of view
Introduce those skies of blue
Raise me up so high just to put me down
Blow away my sanity
Incinerate my mind
With soft cold hands you chill me
To my core
Oh winds of change you fooled me
I loved you and you used me
With silent words you went and left me...