Sunday, March 7, 2010

String

she waited and waited
for her dreams to catch up to her
waited
for the butterflies
to chase her instead of the wind
she waited for the world to dance to her tunes
but somehow
she found herself chasing her own words instead.
she tied knots around herself
wrapped her world up in
slithery
strings of thought
wound and unwound
and then tried to
knit
them
into a
ball of black yarn
she walked a while
along cobbles stones
and tossed her hair
at the empty streets
and waited
for her dreams to catch up to
her
and then
sighed
and began
to
walk
behind a train
of hollow words
sleepy thoughts
picking up pace
and they grew
bigger
bolder
and ran further and further away.


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