the cure
soothes me
" i think i've reached that point . . . "breathe
be calm
think
don't feel
just think
it will all be ok.
i will be ok.
my whole life is up in the air and i am trying to decide what's holding it all up there.
is it me?
is it some vengeful and petty force?
(if so can you forget the 'vengeful and petty'?)
i will feel better when all the loose threads
are gathered back up
and laced through my fingers
so i can continue weaving them into pretty patterns.
that's all.
just a cry for control.
or the illusion thereof . . .
"i think it's dark and it looks like rain, you say . . .
and the wind is blowing like it's the end of the world you say
it's so cold . . . like the cold if you were dead . . .
and you smiled for a second."