lets fall

by fthrush

December 4, 2013

lets fall in love with tantrums

with all those things

that will kill us

lets stick our hands

on stove-tops

and dance on space heaters

lets double-fist

scalding hot coffee and alcohol

lets forget who we are

when no one is watching

lets not exist

without validation.

without pressure.

lets stop breathing

hold our lungs prisoners

and our hands as criminals

lets cut off our limbs

so as not to be accountable

for ourselves

lets run around naked

and yell that we're

free.

lets fall even faster

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fthrush

I am a composite. I was born into a family of composites - one a Mexican, and one a mix of European (though mostly German/scandinavian). My favorite foods were Beans and Macaroni and Cheese,but now I don't eat dairy or meat. I grew up listening to both Silvio Rodriguez and Raffi. I have been a composite ever since. I keep collecting languages because the more I learn the fewer words seem to accurately express. I have found that art speaks to me; that words, music, and lines move me. I have found a place for composites, and that place is in this world - learning, loving, and giving. I hope to do all of these things.

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