i got something in my eye, 

i told you that 

i wouldn't cry,

not again,

not in 

the soft womb

of the afternoon.

as though 

i am 

still

floating.

where time 

is

liquid. 

where breath takes no

effort. 

where the music 

is the sound of

our 

heart beats, 

and the sound of 

wind, 

and the sound of 

highway, 

and the sound of 

bugs,

and the sound of 

breath.

breathing. 

i talk in monolog.  

saying 

nothing. 

i'm like you only, 

i move my lips to 

say nothing. 

i put effort into 

saying nothing.

say something. 

please.

it's still in my eye.

it still hurts, 

and i want to make

the thing in my eye

symbolic of 

something. 

but life 

is not

a symbol 

for anything. 

despite what english teachers try to tell you. try to tell me. try to tell us.

please note

a) i am not actually a poet

b) who reads this blog? is it no one? is it holly and i? or is it other people too? i need to know! please tell me.