sometimes
reality is a red chevy 4X4 that
hits you at 103 mph–
windshield crashing
broken glassy
eyes
realizing all you want nearby
is someone to hold you–
sometimes it moves
too fast.
sometimes it leaves you
breathless.
your life is not definite. it is fragile, and your presence on this planet is in everybody else’s hands but your own. // a.s.m
Silenticel 