8,000 miles away.
I stood and stared inside.
everything was there,
but i knew it was
Gone.
Lost somewhere between
latex and rollercoasters.
i should retrieve
your legacy,
i should reclaim it.
But i have swallowed spikes
and intelligent conversation.
the words get lost inside.
Thought slips through the
punctured stillness of my
mind.
they take the form of tears,
i sing to you this way.
how everything is gone
and nothing will remain.
I feel so invisible.
mostly lost and invincible.
Copyright 2003 Chalin
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