Marisa Kirisame-ze Posted January 25, 2013 Report Share Posted January 25, 2013 sometimes i forget that i’m so grounded in this body, that i’m one with these bones and joints, and that it’s been this way for sixteen years. sometimes i look in the mirror and i can see my heart and my lungs, but my skin often feels misplaced. i like the bruises and scrapes on my knees and the scars and cuts along my ankles, and i look to them for untold stories that are fully published, yet faded. my eyes speak in silences, like some kind of mute intensity, and i’m drawn to the paradoxical nature of my soul. but what i love the most is when i stretch or lay on my back to see my ribs, because they are the main supporters of this clumsy mess of a person that keeps running on the edges of cliffs. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Carbondz Posted January 25, 2013 Report Share Posted January 25, 2013 make it a song !!! :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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