May 26, 2004

the delicate fibers that stitched through the words, pulled taunt, remind us that nothing lasts forever...

i sew and repair...

hairline fractures seen like spider veins on glass reflections can predict the future

tailor, tailor come mend the scars with a dull needle

i'll open up the wound and let you play doctor to each broken memory that shattered like a mirror.

I want to be stitched closed to the world so they can't see.

I don't want to be seen.

I want to be a shadow in a world full of light.

Hiding. Always hiding.