Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Skirting a life

It is impossible to explain quiet agitation and mental suffocation.
I am expanding and the space is getting tighter, strangling me here, flattening me there.
I can't bang and slam up against anything and I start to move oddly, skimming the ground and brushing along walls.
It is agony this painless anger and uncertainty. I am light enough to evaporate and heavy enough to sink to the bottom.

1 comment:

Persephone said...

I think you need to bang up and slam against a cute boy.

Period.