I like the way the sky is falling
\nIt makes me look up and use muscles in my neck that I don’t normally use
\nI like the way the ground moves when I walk
\nI like the way the trees talk to me
\nI like the way the sun shines just bright enough to burn my tender skin, to burn my tender eyes so that my visions are no longer there
\nI like the way the grass reaches up and grabs my ankles as I walk by
\nAs each leaf falls, another tragic death occurs
\nWords are just words unless you add more words to them
\nI have been on a cliff, have looked down, have seen Hell trapped in a bottle
\nTo be, or to be – NOT
\nWhy am I writing this?
\nThe same reason you are reading it<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I like the way the sky is falling It makes me look up and use muscles in my neck that I don’t normally use I like the way the ground moves when I walk I like the way the trees … Continue reading