tongue-twisted,
around so many syllables.
knots remain unspoken.

ugh..retching,
wretched.

speaking around each sentence,
words wrapping themselves,
lovingly
around my eyes.

incomplete.

and for those, in here
out there,
who feared,
felt,
i,we,me,
was,were,are
lost
we are merely *misplaced*


i can't explain, you wouldn't understand,
this is not how i am..

but then, who are you? sometimes..sometimes if you walk, talk, smell like something, it doesn't matter what you feel, breathe. it's no better now. waiting for a miracle...always hae been. how long can you drift before you die?
die.
how many hands will you grab along the way, greedily? and how many will you drag down? and how long till you realize you're just a pile of mud, wrapped up in a sickly skin, thrown out there to the blind, for them to fool you into believing, for that moment, that you are worth the air that you're breathing at this very moment?

so which is it..breathe, or die?