I feel like a tumbleweed
Rolling, hitting things
Smashing into harsh, harmful obstacles
Just repeating over and over
The same motion
No matter how much space I roll over I can’t seem to stop
No matter the difficulties I roll ahead
Over hurt
Over pain
Over death
Waiting
Just waiting for the day
When I can go back to being a flower
I remember those days
Barely
I remember laughing along to the radio
As we drive along
Going wherever
Nobody cares what's going on outside of the space
Now if I were to try to tumble into that car
I would just roll under the tires
And be forgotten
I would glance at my screen for a moment and go tumbling through the pixels
Once again lost
I would page through a book for a millisecond
And get warped within it’s pages and words, words, so many words
I would pet my dog for a heartbeat
It would feel like a lifetime of warmth
A break from my tumble
My terrible, wonderful, imperfect tumble
Through life
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