2011-01-19

my soul is running, leaping, and landing...
rest of me must do with baby steps.
confined, stuck, obligated, conscientious, just, strong.

i just need to lay down here for a bit.
i won't ask for love, i won't ask for mercy.
and, isis, no, don't you dare pity me.
i am not your brother, i am not your husband.
you didn't give birth to me.
stop the sun, stop the rivers.
stop this fucking spinning, why won't you?
i just need the world to stop for a second, for a week, for eternity.

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