Tuesday, July 28, 2009
puddle
Reality can hit hard, like a slap in the face.
I want it all, so I let go of what I have, for lack of wanting it enough. Regretfully watching as it slips through my fingers. Everything, in slow motion, tumbles to the hard and unforgiving floor. Shattering into a million pieces that fly at me and pierce my skin. Then, I bleed. I bleed muddy water that pools around my ankles, and my feet are hidden in the chocolate brown puddle. A greasy film swirls on the surface.
There’s no point in moving from this spot, not as long as this damn rain keeps falling…
I want it all, so I let go of what I have, for lack of wanting it enough. Regretfully watching as it slips through my fingers. Everything, in slow motion, tumbles to the hard and unforgiving floor. Shattering into a million pieces that fly at me and pierce my skin. Then, I bleed. I bleed muddy water that pools around my ankles, and my feet are hidden in the chocolate brown puddle. A greasy film swirls on the surface.
There’s no point in moving from this spot, not as long as this damn rain keeps falling…
