December 2011
1 post
If you want.
if you want to know me know the darkness, the silence in which grow my roots the grasping, ink-stained creepers that wind around my arms sometimes and drag me into the past if you want to understand me understand the urgent smile the tightrope laughter on which I teeter containing an ocean’s raging despair precarious, eager to salt the face of my earth if you want to find me ...