kickinglovers

We bare the writing of days and months upon our skin.
Scipture and device; carved for all to see.
The heavy loading left out feet tired, our backs bent.
Exhaustion kept us going.
The road behind us was far and wide,
each gale of wind blew our tracks from sight,
we had no choice.
We left our routes, walked for their purpose.
We felt each stone dig into our feet like miniture buildings,
we carried the writing for their generation and beliefs; just to walk on the coals of fear they harboured.
Our tides leave only to return with reminder.
Town to town. Earth to water.
Without question.
We earn our being.

Comedy or tragedy, I just know it's showbiz.


~Next Saturday I am seeing Ani Difranco with Starfish. I am containing my excitment well through these screen-kept words, however.. I am so excited my toes are curling.
~I was watching 6ft Under earlier and it came to the end of the series and I forgot how much I hate the cliches that they leave on. It also made me upset because I was so sure there was a sixth disk. That sucks some tight ass.
~Sometimes I wish I had more of a sweet tooth than a savoury taste, I can eat and eat things of a savoury nature and it just makes me all chubby.
~I don't much like day light, or at least I didn't but no I wonder. I don't like dusk.. I know this for sure. I am semi afraid of the dark, but day light .. (some shades) it is just so exposing. Exposure, avoiding eye contact.