Smoking another god damned cigarette on another dead night. Wasting all my days curled up in my safety net getting all my useless jewelry stuck in the strings. Snags in my life making it even uglier and just a little more unsafe. Staring up at the high wire that the customers pay me to walk. Thinking I can't bear to climb the ladder again. Echoes of crowds ringing in my ears, begging me to climb the rungs and risk my life for their amusement. Someday, I'll slip, and someday the holes will be too big, and I'll crash down through the net but they don't care They don't see the holes. They know I've fallen before, and they think my safety net will hold me. But I'm eyeing the cement below, because i've fallen through the holes before, bloodied and bruised only to wake to the taunts and the cheers of people who don't understand the pain. Instead, I'd rather split open my mind and let the monsters out, but the ax is too heavy. So I just burn down the ladder and lay in my safety net to watch it fall. charley
Reason for writing:
why? I don't know. Just thinking about writing while i was having a cigarette, and I was thinking about Seth, and the next think you know, words started popping into my head. Seth! You inspire me. Thanks, love.
c
Birth sign: Pisces
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