i ache to tell you how i feel inside split me open pull me apart look inside me. each and every one of you all the different seasons of you see the shell but not the core. pick me up shake me hear me rattle inside, ponder me or walk by me without a glance downward. i seem to be silent either way. i watch you sometimes i think i see you all of you each one of you but with a puff or a breeze it's gone. caught up in the wind twisting swirling violent and gone again. too heavy to lift too dense to drift. you don't look or care to brutal winds keep it cold keep you head down eyes ahead oblivious. perhaps it's all best, cliched and numb purpose and sight rooted in the madness. the leaks change the shell cracks the lonely beneath wraps in cold embrace the wind shapes, i split open shriveled fragile twisted true, pounding to be seen fading right before the eyes of all the single points of you |