you count your regrets
and number your days
below the surface,
below your skin,
where everything you fear
can't reach you
but those numbers
are the hidden cracks
and seams in your walls.
one day they'll topple
and we won't be there
to hold them up.
the words will echo from my fortune cookie fortress.
but wouldn't be equally as bad if after everything toppled, you were still there?
ReplyDeletethat would be a good thing
ReplyDeletebut why you won't be there?
ReplyDeleteMy, that is eloquent.
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