falling sky, slowly, piece by piece
I've forgotten how to move, to breathe
all the truth I've ever known begins to cease
as I watch my world fall apart
time is ticking, while holding still
crashing to the surface, I feel my heart in my head
and everything is silent until
I hear the sound of my own voice echo
there's a thrill in knowing its the end
Posted in response to the challenge Sky.
Sometimes driving makes me wonder
Sitting in a big tin box, travelling faster than a hare
Until I reach traffic and crawl along slower than a tortoise
We spend so, so much time
Moving from one place to another
Chamomile tea on a winter's day is
Comforting as a warm hug
Soothing as ointment on chapped skin
Steaming like the lazy trail of smoke from a chimney
Wonderful like a homemade thank you card
fitting in is rent, and it's due every day
paid in the basic clothes you wear
and in the people of which you smile and compliment
but more importantly in the people you don't
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