Saturday, November 13, 2010

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.


  1. but wouldn't be equally as bad if after everything toppled, you were still there?