Tuesday, December 23, 2008
It sweats a delicate mind.
Slowly, burrows through the outcasts.
and search.
Searching for something?
You won't find it here.
Don't look for it.
Never acknowledge the sweet scent of overwhelm
It encourages nothing
It snatches everything
But please oh please
Don't burn yet.
Don't burn yet.
It not a fault of the host.
Not the host, not the host.
Just blame it on the weather.
You might get through it.
Or maybe you won't.
But certainty means nothing.
Though it sweats a delicate mind.
♥/LiterallyTom/3:35 AM