Words in the Fall..

holding on

Standing tall no thought in mind but the usual familiarity of feeling how alive I can feel.

Hearts don't grow on trees, and fall from them as ash...

As snow will do to me, whispers of the wind fill my chest and rise to my head.

Floating in a high, "How far will I have to go to be understood?"

Mumbles, constant word usage like a misery complex, and voices swallow me whole.

Life is all in my head.

Reviews

[huma]

sounds like a wonderful universe you live in. thanks for the peek.

(my universe waves hello and blows a kiss)