99yf

Fragile mornings, vacant mists swirl into nothing

I never did eat cereal first thing

These days always seem to repeat 

I dissolve into music and bleed out til' I'm free

Who paints pathways such a wretched grey

Envious of winter fields I wish they would hold me 

laid out bare in the grass like a huge open womb

I wander through, what else is there to do?

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

interesting...grey pathways...there is so much grey area in life...and the best we can hope for is to get through it all...and days just keep repeating...maybe going back into the womb would be nice...then we could start over....but that same winter would probably come.