2004-05-20
the sound earth beneath me
{the glove compartment isn't accurately named.}
i am not free
just like tibet
awaiting independence
it's for the best to let me go
even though i have no direction
to be released from
this world, this life, body
somewhere in a void
to exist.
I don't know why I feel so trapped. Trapt. Trap'd. But I sense my own suffocation. Maybe I'll feel better if I buy something. Excuse me. Just kid-ding.
Maybe I'm just hungry again. Hungry for all that life. But for some reason, not taking a bite. I don't get it either.
Tomorrow would probably be a good walk day at Woodland. And to go lay flat against the earth. The ground is so solid, it's the only thing that seems sure of itself anymore. Our planet, an unscientifically-termed rock, is all that remains in this world which is so sturdy. Knowing it is under me is reassuring. It reminds me. Not sure of what. How ironic.
leesah-likes at 7:25 p.m.