Sometimes I need
to leave, to get away
to be apart.
To swim further than
“as far as I can”.
To let the water hold me.

Times like now as you
unearth loose memories
the ‘missing you’ that was safely buried.
The soil a study in chaos
organised randomness
the way waves form perfect parallel ridges in the sand.

  1 comment for “Weightless

  1. turk182
    8 July 2010 at 12:42 am

    babe not one to proselytize but a wise man once said

    3 wrong ways to look at everyone else

    1) they are better than you
    2) they are worse than you
    3) they are the same as you

i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.

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