me.

i am much like the winter trees
tall and dry
old and young
dead but alive
stretching long thin arms to heaven
wishing for rain
struck in the ground

jaded – soft
alone – among so many
afraid – brave
angry – vulnerable
bitter – open

desperate for some drop of rain..

Currently ReadingThe Motorcycle Diaries : Notes on a Latin American JourneyBy Ernesto Che Guevara, Cintio Vitier, Aleida Guevarasee related

am tired
not much sleep last night
again
i am running in old creases left untouched for years formed by years of running the same way day after day, night after night
recently i have found the lines left by years of repeated travel left dry and untrodden
i have found them and i have let my entire weight fly and slide down them and it was fun
at first
but now after a few slides down familiar but long forgotten territory i am scared by how easy it is to come here
to find these lines
to throw myself down them
to let the sun set and the hours pass and the glass to clink and the smoke to rise
i am a little afraid of what i become
me

This flower
this vine
tattoo?