bleeding our colors

[fragiledelicate]

I am livid and then apologetic.

I am vicious and then fragile.

I am unconcerned This morning, I was a plastic bag, full of air and static and packing peanuts. A premonition, really, I felt someone shaking me before it even happened. And then there I was again, full of creative energy and absolutely no outlet. I watched the sunrise from between

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[wanderingraven]

'she lifts her skirt up to her knees,
walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing.
i never learned to count my blessings,
i choose instead to dwell in my disasters.
i walk on down a hill,
through grass, grown tall and brown
and still its hard somehow to let go of my pain.
on past the busted back of that old and rusted cadillac
that sinks into this field, collecting rain.
will i always feel this way?
so empty, so estranged'

psalm 130

[_doll_me_up]

"I'd freakin' drop her ass."