Sunday, May 15, 2011

when I shot my eyes

sourness in the air climbs on from the spine
condensed into salty liquid which I've tried so hard to hold back


when I shot my eyes


no one'd ever understand
about the plans and our motivations behind
about the words we'd never tell

how can I share with you
when I don't even know where to start with



and now when I shot my eyes
blurry figure of myself is formed on the path where I'v always wanted to be
though still terrified, not to deny the growth, allow me.


assertions'd never be made
but I want to believe in what I'v been adjusting to and find it beautiful



feeling blessed, I see possibilities
when I shot my eyes.




p.s. update on my life is promised with light speed


Love,
Annie