you said something

lost in translation I feel lazy and warm swimming through words and the humidity of today. Ive slept myself to death and in my dreams I wrestled with demons, kissed wet eye lashes, and sat in a room without an audience. a day is a day is a day. if I could stretch my skin taut to show you the tendons that move me, I would. if I could scratch my skin and bleed out truth or reveal to you who I really am in the quiet moments when you can't get inside of me, I would. if you were lying on the floor crying I would drink each tear so that they could become a part of me. I am hanging on by a loose thread.

sometimes things happen and I can't force myself to understand it all, so I shut down and I wait quietly for the information inside of my head to sort itself out and become something like insight. sometimes that works for me, sometimes it doesn't.