words

I can sleep a page of words into living moments, but no one can see those speckled dreams of which I live by. Only once will they shake the hands of my misshapen logic. And upon that solitary burp of time, they can see what lies beneath the ribs of caged up lullabies, and feel at once a sudden breath of air that runs spineless down our molded minds and happy lives. Together is what will help us see, the truth and ruthless beauty within our living, breathing means. Our whole body only to be torn to shreds, once our spoken words kill our clothes to shreds. My tongue is not just mine and nor is yours to me, but speaking lossless words with no meaning at all will gather our bonds, and chain us together forever, in words.