The end of a bridge
I’m at the edge of elevation
each inhale doesn’t create a opening for my exhale
I’ve been walking on this course for quite awhile.
where eyes should be watery I find them to run dry
there used to be a whole garden in me
I will never have this version of me again
let me slow down and be with myself.
I listen to the breeze to see if I can hear irregular sound
the way my heart tilts to make a unreversed sound.
it’s this what elevation is?
unrecognizable treatment ?
each inhale doesn’t create a opening for my exhale
I’ve been walking on this course for quite awhile.
where eyes should be watery I find them to run dry
there used to be a whole garden in me
I will never have this version of me again
let me slow down and be with myself.
I listen to the breeze to see if I can hear irregular sound
the way my heart tilts to make a unreversed sound.
it’s this what elevation is?
unrecognizable treatment ?