27.5.07

In Recoil

My hands recoil
when I try to write down
the stupid things I feel
and the way others don’t.
So I can’t tell you
about the noteworthy patterns
throughout your history
of numbness
and of debt,
and instead
all I can do
is sit here,
in recoil.

edit:
This Week's Theme is:
"Something Changed..."

4 comments:

Biby Cletus said...

Cool blog, i just randomly surfed in, but it sure was worth my time, will be back

Deep Regards from the other side of the Moon

Biby Cletus

Anonymous said...

EVERYTHING CHANGED, EVERYTHING IS ALWAYS CHANGING, NOTHING STAYS THE SAME

EVER


....except for my love of you, my fragile orpus.

tangerine said...

nothing gold can stay, Ponyboy

Anonymous said...

oh god samantha, that deserves a high five

-dee