This is where you will find me exposed, angry, embarrassing,
plaintive, childish, inane, blemished, bemused and broken.
Why do I invite you in? To drink your wine.
To share your bed. To paint your walls.
To touch your skin. To crack your shell.
To steal your eyes. And return them open.
To invade your prayers. To increase your song.
To expose you to my madness and promise.
To pour oil and wine on your wounds.
To fail in all the above endeavors.
Now it’s your turn.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Feeling tired and empty
Sometimes it's just so hard to get going in the morning after a restless night's sleep. Too many short disturbing dreams. Too much isolation. Too much me.
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