sábado, 23 de noviembre de 2013

Passing words

The room is still
There's dust everywhere
There was life here once
There may be again

The wind blows in
Lifting sheets from their place
The whirlwind surrounds me
I can almost feel them with my fingertips

I fill myself with words
I let the words pass through me
Words I can never say
Words I wish to hear
Words that will never linger here

Maybe it's ok
Maybe it's not supposed to make sense
As the words leave me
I disappear once again

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