Eye know You
When the eyes of a stranger can tell you such lies it's not a coincidence that these run on sentences are mouthfuls of sand. Without a plan I start kicking words together and apart. I feel as if I can control some semblance and steady the stitches being torn from a bloody heart. Enough music played in deaf ears can induce tempo. Wicked footprints play with volumed loneliness and broken truths. Sandcastles. Run on and through them, like sentences.
