Twisting hands
because I have a twisted brain...

No one will understand... look at me. What do you...

I strolled along the shore,
my head down, always looking for shells...

I never knew the value of the gold string tangled...
I never knew the power I possessed...

Confined in my own spaces
hands pushing the cement walls...

Unfamiliar,
coveted...

What if I gave up?
Would anything change...

What's a picture of me,
standing in the sunlight...

All things must move,
and all things must end...

Sitting in stillness, staring blankly, and...

And that day they ran screaming out into the rain,
and it wasn't cold...

It greets me each morning
It's the last thing I see before crawling into bed...