I wonderthinkdream about. I hope. I hope not. Did you? Have you? Will you? Why don’t you?
Fill
This will not happen. It happened. Fickle thread between stances.
Steps that I know by heart yet fail to remember when it’s the only thing that matters.
Wrongs that I walk around pretending they’re rights in need of repairs.
Air
Moving within the space where I was. Sucked out of my backtracks. Remember to breath.
Particles. Fragments. Pieces. Huge chunks. All in. I take it all in.
Anything you want to throw at me. Or flood me with. Don’t push me under the shelter. Please. Just let it fall.
FIlled
With air
Empty of meaning, consequences, decisions uncalled for, arguments, strike.
Strike. The thread broken by a single letter that brought our lips together.
Great .. I particularly like the last line. Too bad it wasnt three of those letters;-) Sounds much more fun.
(weta slaps his hand for misbehaving)
errrm or maybe strike three and you’re out…
that letter could fit in a few words… and yes, the count is on! 😉