fault lines tremble underneath my glass house, but i put it out of my mind long enough to call it courage to live without a lifeline. i bend the definition of fate to exonerate my blind eye, “til the siren sounds, i’m safe.”
with golden string our universe was clothed in light. pulling at the seams, our once barren world now brims with life. that we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes. i guess space and time takes violent things, angry things, and makes them kind.
rows of houses sound asleep, only street lights notice me. i am desperate, if nothing else, in a holding pattern to find myself. i talk in circles, i talk in circles. i watch for signals, for a clue. how to feel different, how to feel new, like science fiction bending truth.