Saturday, June 27, 2015

Falling far

So far from the original creation we've come.

Progress right?

The incessant buzz from the highway.
The ringing in my ears that never stops or goes away though I rarely notice it at all.
The dryness that permeates, only the air is moist and sticks to the flesh uncomfortably.
I make great effort to relax my spine when I must sleep. So accustomed to crouching or standing rigidly.
I'm trained to expect my own sleep space, resentment from infringement.
I do not understand love though I'm made to seek it.

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