ever come across things u don't even remember writing? i do that quite often. i was just going through some files & i came across this poem of sorts & i dunno, just thought i'd share. i'm not really a big poem person.
"your hands taste salty," he informed me
gracious enough
perhaps they are stained with the bitterness of your intentions
i wonder now if i dreamed up the world
gravity pulls all too hard at my heart strings
sleep now my child, sleep if only to awaken
the sun doesn't shine in this town
& every step taken is hinted with salt
ok, that's the extent of culture for the evening. woo woo.