do you see the circles around my eyes? i wasn't running too long but the road was alive and the cold air made it angry and i was swallowed but the gravel set me free when the time seemed right.
i wish you would tie me up outside your door and i will beat on the floor until my knuckles are scraped and bleeding. don't you remember when we walked along the sidewalks? you were covered in winter then. now i suppose you are cluttered in the middle of an apartment. every once in a while you reach down into your pocket but you don't know why. you see the clocks all around you. they steer you around from place to place until you are drastic and empty and you know you aren't home. you know you shouldn't be where you are. those are the ghosts that blow softly on your skin as you go off sleeping.
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