I am the weight you could not carry sitting at the bottom of the sea. Although your arms reach in, you will never touch me.
And the leaves carry no sort of cadence to my name.
It doesn't even matter because the wind plays with your hair and I pretend not to care because not caring is easier than finding a comfort in dreaming.
Saxifrage. I am the one who splits stone.
Saxifrage. I am the one who tears the foundation apart.
To be okay is not the same as being happy with your life. Contentness will bury us alive. No sense to try.
released April 15, 2014
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