I try to bring myself up Heighten the frequency at which I scream But what comes around goes You can’t hear me
I am … so many things and emotions and faces right now. I’m … unsettled, pushed out of any comfort zone I thought I had (as everyone has been throughout this year). I can’t believe it’s October 1st. Was I even born in January? I don’t know anymore.
I’m a little bit messy In life and in love Memories splatter Over walls and stale cloths Across my shirt Down my chin A touch here and there Fragrant reminders Of a life I missed Stick to my lips Crumbs, ravaged Forgotten details I pick up Again and again
We are, They say, Made of clay. Astral mud And dusty stars, Or Heavy red Riverbank soul Farmed from the heart Of what we Truly are. Molded into What we wish To be. An image of god Or golden calf, Imperfect clay Are we.