Friday,
November 06, 2015
I
live my life in myth
This
sifting of sand
That
blows through me
Like
a sandstorm
I
never have experienced
In
real life,
Fogging
up my eyes,
And
clogging up
By
lungs
So
I can’t breathe,
Life
is so complicated
I
can’t describe it
Except
in vague ways
As
if each time I put
My
pen to paper
The
wind comes along
To
blow the words away,
Making
me think of that
Old
song,
About
dust or sand
Getting
in your eyes,
But
knowing that even
In
the midst of all that,
Even
when the wind blows hardest,
And
the sand gets rough
This
one is for you.
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