We take short, but confident steps
In opposite directions
The time
The silence expands and contracts
With each breath
Poised
Intentional
We turn
But we will kill this time with words
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- finite empathy
- I am an idea in control of itself. I am more than the sum of what others may know of me. I am less than whole.
i'm thinking of something short i just wrote in which it is the silence that kills. perhaps it is the tension in the air which is palpable and neither the words or lack of are relevant. i know those times. i'm sure we all do.
ReplyDeletemakes me think too of a hallelujah but Leonard Cohen, But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya.
xo
erin