Saturday, November 12, 2011


the echo of my soul is unpronounced
and muffled by the voices
i want to understand. 
there is so much air
for me to take in,
yet i only breathe small amounts—
even then my body only
uses part of it
and spits the rest out.
this is such a continuous cycle.
life begins,
the days repeat
life ends.
how then, do i break out of the mold,
explore on my own
and find the answers i want so much
to know.
i am restless and longing
for more, yet i have more than most.
such a paradox of emotion
caused by excessive sleeping
and not enough sun. 
oh seattle,
if anything will make crazy,
it’s you. 

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