What if I lay on my back forever, perfectly preserved in a glass cylinder of thick electrophoresis gel? Because right now I feel suspended...as if taken by my hair...captured in his fist. While hanging...I'll be in a silent repose. The suction between my lungs will subside and it'll feel as if my head will implode at any minute now. And with every minute waiting...I'll feel anxious. Then I'll go insane.
They say a heart ain't a brain... but why then is my chest so empty?
...is the very one that will heal it.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
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