November 27, 2011

footsteps

It's my heart you are treading upon... it's my life you have put on hold.

The hesitation isn't mine anymore, I signed it over to the desert and thought I could sing my way out. I keep asking and waiting, am I really saying no when I think it is all yes, am I seeing dead ends that aren't real? Where is the dynamic convergence, the tangible loving, the out of time feeling of being held... I can't remember or draw it up out of the vault anymore. The injustice weighs on my heart and presses in with impossibility.

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