PRECIOUS

little words muttered to and from in the silence, her hand is shaking he notes it and consumes himself with curiosity. And when we leave the tips youll grab them after eyes have closed. screeching and screaming and blonde we wait for the ticks and the tocks but maybe not. i want to feel warm and sing and hold your hand and hear that im beautiful. i want you to touch my hair and be soothed. i want to sooth you. i want to scream i want to scream i want to hold the air in my hands and make someone talk but there is silence nd dark, and the galaxies. the people the life or nothing that is anywhere all around me. the words spilling from my fingers as the hum files and files away at the brain. i lead and i fall back, and i scream and say nothing but im here and i want to call and tell about my dreams. there are two of you now, and i dream about it. there are two of you one stuck the other is still with me. im lost in losing myself and finding myself. recreating myself for every person i encounter and losing myself and everything in me i am seeing. there are eyes green, yellow and bloody looking through my windows. they stare and they wait. there re four hundred and they ARE everywhere with bumps and creaks that steal away my eyelids. i am awake or am i asleep. there are hands that i feel and hands that arent real but i dont know this. the fe fef fe feffeeling of everythign is not what i want when i have it and all that i desire when turned to the vacant forgotten sky that will echo no noise.