Wash you away
from the small corners
of my mind
all that was
is now then
sometimes
sometimes
sometimes
sometimes
I can't focus
remnants remain
remnants continue
remnants remain
remnants continue
over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over
these memories of all that was keeps hanging on to my matter
I am troubled
Your are troubled
We are troubled
Get in the sky
or just look upside down
upside coming round
feel the blood rush to your head
impurities washing away
should I hang here long enough for it all to go away
my life
or should I raise back up and jump back into the sky
my sky is blue, grey, black, blue
blue
blue
blue for a while
grey
grey
grey for a while
black
black
black for a while
blue.
water.
mind.
body.
now I'm clean.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
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