A rhythm so sure, steadfast, and symmetrical
you would think a heart could never break.
That a loved one's sleeping breathe
balancing an in and out could not hesitate.
The mortality of these patterns finish me.
My consciousness presses against my skin
mixing with the sweat in my pores.
All at once, it shrinks to a pebble.
It glows in the center of my skull.
It is alive with a pulse of its own.
In search of the elusive olive branch
I drown in my tears of emptiness.
On the horizon the harvest moon radiates.
Cleaving to it's chilly embrace, I press on
because it emptiness is still life.
And staying still will eventually kill you.
Please tell me what you think
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Good write Madison. You're a great person and you shouldn't be all depressed like... 0.o I think we should catch up some. I haven't talked to you in forever. DO you have aim or just msn still?
-Josh
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Hmmm....
I like it, for sure. But it gives me a funny, uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach... Good job lol.
Love ya Madi, don't stand still. -
interesting. but good write. keep it up
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