Mar 18, 2014

Coming In From Outside

Coming In From Outside

I cannot find my way through the house, 
clothes, dishes, perfect words,
all hidden behind some cobweb. 
The rooms are uncanny, 
and I feel like an illegal immigrant, 
lost in an language I have never heard. 
Some door shuts, noise from a TV 
floats through the halls. 
I fall into bed and stare at nothing, 
my heart beating, my feet cool and bare,
with a single blade of grass between two toes. 

Who knows what I have left outside?

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    1. :) Your blog is looking good. I love the blue and black dress outfit!

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  2. Love this! I know just how that feels.

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    1. Happy to see that you do. We are alike! Laughing. I was wondering if anyone would understand.

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