8.19.2010

Sorting Through

Stones.
Using my whole heart feels hard.
I don't do much of that
because everything always feels so damn big.
So I dabble here
and there
and try to unbelieve that everything matters
so damn much.

Stones.
I laugh at what I used to love
And wonder,
wonder,
wonder
What I will become
when all the false truths of change
Settle back down to ground.

Stones.
I don't know much about much
But there's a chorus of crickets
outside of my window tonight
Singing steady,
steady,
steady.

1 comment:

Sarah Amador said...

really really like this.

wish i was there to hear that steady.

wish i was there.