it's_when_we_are_silent Death of a Rose that scares the shite and trembling i feel in the skin underneath the muscles and mind it is the trembling past the words sitting on the edge of the foam sprayed mattress, sitting on, resting on, curiously on, gathering the slips and guiding them down over the edges of the foam. a thin film already silk gathers towards the middle of the sheet, not at once, but in blocks of defensive and attracted arguements, each other continuing internal clouds to which the indifferent lightning strikes at each laugh. . 130524 ... unhinged that is the real test some people we are comfortable together in silence others not so much i just babble and babble 130525 ... dafremen It's a Libran thing. Silences in conversation make me uncomfortable. I always feel like I need to fill them, but have gotten better at stfu. 130525 ... unhinged i should know not to trust people with my heart that cause me to babble 130528 ... tail-devouring snake that people have permission to continue with violence 140320 ... Doar Just a poem, ouroborous. it is when we are silent that those who are constantly thinking that we think about love and the constant of our feelings. Be well in all your life travels. Much love 140321 ... tail-devouring snake i was responding to the title and not to you words doar 140814 what's it to you? who go blather from