I stand in the sunshine and tremble
Between heartbeats, at the end of a breath, I lay terrified.
Have I changed enough not to run back to the familiar?
The wild, the thrashing, the storm.
Distract, react, we all know the drama.
Until we're dead and gone.
I am being - a state I know nothing about.
I guess it's like in the hospital when you just kind of hang around.
But there are no walls and no locks on the doors
Somehow, the sign says: peace is your own restraint.
- 03.01.13
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