Jan 5, 2010

Untitled - Ivy Sienkiewycz

I shy away from a bursting bubble of cold air

and clutch my coffee closer,

searching for the familiar feeling that crawls down my spine,

leaving me for sleep.

But all I can feel now is

the wailing trumpet of blues

hugging me tight as if to

keep me from running out the door into

the cloudy sky and

the dim lighting that weighs on my shoulders

as if to tell me,

“slow down,

life won’t run away from you,

only you can run away from life.”

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