Beyond Mend
strange how words sometimes spill out of the mind, slowly running down your skin where the coldness of reality allows you to feel them for the first time. eventually... if you are lucky, they will drip from your fingertips where they can be shared, albeit not understood.
from the depths of memory, the light of my mind grows cold. its ground trodden and black, unloading griefs upon my feet as if i were some messiah with the power to heal. left unmoored the mind is so capable of wound.
often i simply cannot see where there is to get to anymore.
i have fallen a long way. too far perhaps.
beyond mend.
Posted by ac at December 15, 2004 09:20 PM