paperpulse (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} paperpulse) wrote,@ 2005-11-24 19:08:00 |
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I start wars with soft voices, and all of a sudden I have no idea how it happened and why I’m cleaning broken glass out of the bathroom mat with a ridiculous smile on my face.
"Expand," you say, so I stretch my arms up and find the tips of my toes and you say "Try again, little bird" so I reach my arms out until I'm sure I'll hear the mechanics of my hidden chest groan, complain, and almost give up. Almost, but not quite. I have a brand new hum to dance my days to. It is big and I find myself frightened awake by it sometimes at night. I stood in the rain today and played it for my friends. They think it's the perfect direction for me, so I undo each of the buttons of my coat and admire the sound made louder.
There is a drumroll I hear when I cover my ears. And it is me.
"Expand," you say, so I stretch my arms up and find the tips of my toes and you say "Try again, little bird" so I reach my arms out until I'm sure I'll hear the mechanics of my hidden chest groan, complain, and almost give up. Almost, but not quite. I have a brand new hum to dance my days to. It is big and I find myself frightened awake by it sometimes at night. I stood in the rain today and played it for my friends. They think it's the perfect direction for me, so I undo each of the buttons of my coat and admire the sound made louder.
There is a drumroll I hear when I cover my ears. And it is me.
