Thoughts Tied To Paper
scrap of life like a scrap of paper
with a note on it
torn out and pasted into a diary
sentiments last longer than your memory
tearing out pieces of your life
you would otherwise forget
or lose grip of
a book of visions that you tried to collect
every waking moment
I don't want to miss this one
I don't want to miss any one
Sometimes I think I'm Miss Anyone
I've forgotten a piece of myself somewhere
a scrap of paper that slipped through my fingers
I can start another page, try to recreate
who I thought I was
Always trying to remember who I am
as if I could forget myself out of existence
sweaty fingers gripping tight to the edges of the world
thoughts tied to paper
always trying to attach the intangilbe
to something we can hold, something we can keep
closing the blue of distance
can't be done
but we keep trying anyway
Like my brother, feeling homesick for a place
that doesn't seem to exist
doesn't seem to exist until you remember where it exited, and then. it's always where it was, where it is. where it always shall be, worn by us on our memories. <3
ReplyDeletetonight i'll drink to you, Littlegiggle Squattypotty.