Stumbled out the door as shamefully as I fell in; fast track to memories I'll never touch again. I was a ship at full sail, but never put out to sea; birds in creaking cages pretending to be free. Maybe I'll find new movement in having shaking clipped wings, perhaps like the purpose I found in life's most meaningless things. Dried, emptied, and put into place; the body of a former warm excuse with a white washed face. It's been at least three days now since I last left my bed; the feet I try to place on the ground just can't hold such a foolishly dense head. It's all in what I said. Honestly, all in what I said. I spoke of higher trees and beautiful, colorful branches; but I spoke too soon when all I planted were core-less seeds as worthless as ashes. Perhaps if I live to see another day, I'll sleep the pulsating shame out of my veins.
I cannot sleep, though..not a wink. It's a picture you gave me still that makes me think.
Maybe far too much, or maybe too little. I've always been a man too comfortable in the middle.
It was of promises I've made but still have not kept; now remains a vision of silence that surrounded as Jesus wept.
