novella
Active Member
The treehouse you belong too high,
The wretched jungle hot and cluttered.
Nothing here can be fixed, just is.
What have I done with my life?
I just came here to where I am, that’s it.
The silence I have given over to,
Bigger than a world of noise,
Full of all the unsaid things. I hear them all.
Humming like a tight-skinned drum
With only me inside. The heavy air, my breath,
Vibrates like the jungle full of bugs.
Yes, I can return to the cruise liner, the fete,
The typing pool, just as I was, unscathed,
As lily-pale and soft as I ever was,
Wear beaded dresses and take society
Like the waters at Bern
But I would miss the days of dappled light,
Would miss Boy, Cheetah, lying naked on the leaves,
And the long low swings on your vine.
The wretched jungle hot and cluttered.
Nothing here can be fixed, just is.
What have I done with my life?
I just came here to where I am, that’s it.
The silence I have given over to,
Bigger than a world of noise,
Full of all the unsaid things. I hear them all.
Humming like a tight-skinned drum
With only me inside. The heavy air, my breath,
Vibrates like the jungle full of bugs.
Yes, I can return to the cruise liner, the fete,
The typing pool, just as I was, unscathed,
As lily-pale and soft as I ever was,
Wear beaded dresses and take society
Like the waters at Bern
But I would miss the days of dappled light,
Would miss Boy, Cheetah, lying naked on the leaves,
And the long low swings on your vine.
no honestly, it's nice and i think nobody else would ever think of that!! really unique!!