6.29.2002

my arms are cold and my back is bare. the sky is falling in pieces. and stubborn tears in the corners of two red downcast eyes. the window open stirring moving thoughts in the back of my mind until they cloud up and muddle the road i am driving. like fog i am floating. above the ground is sullen. the strings grow in volume. become more taut as heart strings stretched across ripped knees. bloodied in the process. it sounds damp.
and lonely.