Bottom of Dried Wells

Handstands on bicycles

Hanging upside down by my shoelaces

Walking backwards with the aid of a mirror

Seeing life from a different vantage point

At this point

I’ll try anything

I’m tired of sitting at bottoms of dried wells

In darkness, suffocating on dusty air

Tired of throwing rocks blindly into the fog

Desperately searching for a light to guide my way


Originally posted June 20, 2015


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