Let's die a little bit
every single day
practice a little death
finding our way
escaping the shells
that hold us inside
break free on screams
come to me hide
veiled ectasy
you in me
slide
our soul's slip
we journey inside
reaching a shore
the world will never find
09/06/2006
Author's Note: This is where I long to live...and die
...maaaria, kenneth patchens writes, 'we endure so many little dyings that it doesn't matter which one is death'...lovely write, we'd all like to be held in comorts' arms[of another--who cares!!!] we...try, eh?...peace, chaz
