Friday, January 21, 2011

Empty Fields

memories float past like dust.
2weeks ago soo recent.

no frolicking.
no skipping.

my field is empty

i no longer hear the happy sounds of
laughter, joy, and good times.

my field is empty.

i remember a younger time.
now dissolving into the abyss.
i always knew it would come to this.

my field is empty.

in the center of the grass i lay.
imobilized. unmoving. but breathing.
ill take it all in. like the first breath. like my last.

my field is no longer empty.
theres me.
center, with the help of gravity.

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