Monthly Archives: August 2011
/ Poetry
Melting
I want to be melting. I want to let go of what I can’t control (which is everything). I want my edges – my insides – to bleed in to the sidewalk, to the sky. I want to exhale with
I want to be melting. I want to let go of what I can’t control (which is everything). I want my edges – my insides – to bleed in to the sidewalk, to the sky. I want to exhale with