Summer has gone silently and willingly
It did not heed my reluctance,
The web I had spun to keep the sun high in the sky, faltered
There is no use in holding back a season
Still I always find myself
Gluing back the green leaves on death trees
But there is nothing to nurture them so I always fail
Like my mother failed in restraining my father from straying
In the winter I always save the scarce sunshine in a jar
But it always loses its spark and warmth
Like I used to save caterpillars from tomato plants
But they always lost their beauty
I have this obsession to write
I am constantly living with written words and
All my unspoken thoughts and feelings
It is my drug to scribble down all what comes to mind
Until my hands are tired
And paper is no more
But who needs paper with technology
I love words, written words
Scribbled all over my skin, ink seeping into my pores
Surging trough my veins and into my heart
Into my lungs and I breathe them out
I speak written words
But you do really understand
What it is I am desperately not saying
Can you honestly grasp the shards of paper
I am spitting out like a chewed up piece of gum
Anything to keep the truth from coming out
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