i am rock and throw myself at the world breaking off bits and pieces no luster shines no round smoothness felt i scratch your hand as you pick me up and throw me down the road of life i feel the warmth of your hand as you let me go
12/16/2004
I like that sentiment. It's captured so well here.
truly enjoyed the feeling this gave me, great read George.
I can certainly identify with this. Perfectly worded.
...already i loved it when i perceived this first hint of personification and w/ none other than haaaaawd stone, scratching your hand, lovely...and thennnn the stone lets go of you/me/us...cool.
