aches to know
were so afraid of change
within ourselves; numb in case we feel
emotions we can’t deal
with rushing through the tunnels of our hearts.
no way to slow it down; the train it wrecks
over every akward thought or failed attempt.
the house shifts, we jump in our chairs and fall apart from fear.
just the thought of something there,
the risk of someplace where
we were happy enough to stay
and it wasn’t a lie;
we were safe enough to know
we could drop our bags, not go
everytime the thoughts got wierd:
something external reflecting off the scratched surfaces of our hearts,
narrowed tunnels, dark alleys, trainwrecks, dejavu,
the house moves.~