Bent rusty nails, snagging shirts walking by
Torn up unread letters scattered in the wind
Rooftop proclamations delivered to the sky
Passing clouds, salvation as they float by
Bent rusty nails, snagging shirts walking by
Torn up unread letters scattered in the wind
Rooftop proclamations delivered to the sky
Passing clouds, salvation as they float by
Holding gazes with the sun
Warmth cradles my face
And blinds me just enough to continue on
Open windows
Letting the breeze hit my face
A sting that travel throughout my spine
Eventually turning everything numb
Yet I stand there, unmoving
With no idea what I’m waiting for
Fingertips on wooden walls
Hanging on
Gravity creeps in
Pushing weight down to the tips of my toes
And I find myself
Sweating to the heat of the moon
And looking forward to the cool breeze of the sun
Mixed up thoughts lounge in waiting rooms
As waiting and wanting become mistaken for one another
Counting to ten
Lists roll through the currents of my mind
One for two
Two for ten
Breathing life into my fingertips
Helping me to hang on
Sea swells serenade wanting lips
Harvested moons watching from above
Saturated life flows in surround sound
A collection of bits and pieces encircle me
Where do I go to let go