형 집행을 연기하다
2007-09-26 - 3:33 p.m.
Breathe.
(Take one deep breath and just...
breathe.)
We'll take the crosses out of the
crossbows (just to eliminate the
suffering)
and decorate our eyes with truth serums
and poetry
and love songs.
We're not racing towards a finish line
(God knows I can't even handle
a sprint) .
We're not darting towards recovery.
I'd rather deal with the affliction
than ignore it.
We're moving on to stars and
spaceships and moons and suns.
We're moving on to love songs
and poetry
and truth.
I'll never let this go because this,
dear, is beauty, and I want my
spectrum to shine with love
(love is every color of the
rainbow shining through the darkness).
This is forever...the rest temporary.
A fleeting glance, a lingering touch,
a smell of whiskey undermining
something that was nothing spectacular
to begin with.
Nothing compares to your love.
***
Another crappy poem, another crappy summary of what happened and what's going on and what I want the future to be.
Me.