all my thoughts are falling around my head like autumn leaves falling from the trees. swirling lazily down, caught up in the wind and tangled in my hair. and everything is dying and everything is being born and everything still lives inside my head, strong and healthy like the evergreens. and everything lies dormant in my heart and i laugh for the ( Read more... )

Some days, I wonder if I'm even real
Missed
Loved
Or just a plaything
Like any other

My mind in peices
Grasping at worn cloth and
Sparse horse hairs
Sawdust leaking from
Ripped seams

Left and forgotten
Burned from necessity
Real as the twitching whiskers
Or just something left on the shelf
Just Velveteen