I miss a lot these days
I let things slip through the cracks
But better to let it flow like water than
To receive inescapable sand.
All anybody can do, in response to their human conditon is
To look after themselves
And of course you still keep around those who mean
*the most* to you, you do that throughout everything because you
fucking need them and maybe they don’t realise that, maybe they do
but it’s such comfort, their words like a warm blanket.
Although long-lasting illnesses like cancer may be
A solitary affair at the best of time, you always know
You can reach out, a simple phone/Skype/Facebook
And be solaced in the warmth of others, even in the
My girlfriend sends cards
I read her heart with such glee
She always finds me.
fuck this 2 week cough
rib-cagėd in hurt
If you were out in the cold
Sitting upon the icy throne
Would you tell yourself
It’ll all be alright in the end
Or freeze in the moment
A cold man with a colder heart
Left in the wilderness
For a brief morning?
Do the tears you shed
Trickle down your entire body
As the bleak spring lingers
Waiting for the summer thaw