12 Feb

Things are caving in again

Walls turning in on themselves and bannisters stretching for the ceiling

Everything scattered on the floor

Just material object with no meaning

And everyone dances to the same tune

But I don’t understand the heartbeat

It’s all a confusion, am I ill, am I alien, is it…Me?

An urge to run to the sea, throw my phone to the rocks

And never look back

Just up

To the stars.

1 Comment

Posted by on February 12, 2012 in fiction, poem, poetry


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One response to “Heartbeat

  1. Dishilicious

    February 13, 2012 at 5:22 am

    i pretty much feel quite similar these days. 🙂
    nicely expressed! xo


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