My mind keeps slipping on
icy sidewalks outside "our place". trying to remember the last time
i uttered the word
nostalgia. I try to explain to fifteen years of life on this earth. A word that can only be fully understood by experience.
And my foot slips...haphazardly, creating a credence of uncertainty.
A change in the frozen air; dryness on my shriveled lips
and wanting to boldly proclaim
regret. a need to speak but words are trapped inside like the concrete that keeps a statue from speaking. Its silence seeps and leaves me no choice but
penance. In sequence with giving up the old.
Outside is cold, but inside it is colder.
like carrying ice to a freezer. Now, amerced for a small offense of not watching where i was headed.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
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