I wonder if it's already gone in the dull glare of the television screen
Mona Lisa stumbles towards me with a slit throat
And lately I've been taking a step back
Not recognizing myself in what I just wrote
Strange eyes peering from the shelf
These memories of hard goodbyes and long airport hallways
Love and miss my family always.
I just try and remind myself pain is part of the context of life
Time to be strong
A chest pound in the urban jungle
dtr
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