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By kevin urenda Date: 2004 Apr 11 Comment on this Work [[2004.04.11.10.05.19053]] |
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my thoughts somehow arrive at literacy many hours after being thrown from the train I welcome myself to the platform because no one ever waits for me because I carry my own baggage everywhere because the next ride always arrives early and my ticket to nowhere is still good as I was walking along those tracks I had plenty of time to think I had plenty of thought to provoke just about anything but settled instead for a search of a light in any tunnel or simply anything that didn't reflect my own darkness to me and it was when I began looking up at the stars that I thought I saw the faintness of hopes and dreams within myself flickers of dimness in the firmament or maybe just little white spots on a black heart and it was around the third or fourth epiphany I realized that I had lost more words than the stars I couldn't even see when I lost you 03.19.03 |