Written early in the morning, 8/21/2012. Influenced by my growing feeling of distance with people and the world. This writing came as an influx of thought resulting from a conversation with a friend.
I took down my wall
so long ago, and here
I am, sitting in a valley
of walls, looking up at
their graffitied sides,
pockmarked by stones
that people threw
attempting to get in,
long ago given up
and moved on.
But I'm still waiting.
Sitting cross-legged
and patient. I'll die
here with my walls
down. And you'll
peer over yours at
me, lying motionless,
just to turn around
and disappear again.