Why I'm not where you are





I'm too busy trying to find my mind,
 last I remember it was in the garage with dad and his tools. 


My eyes leak when I drive, 
it's become a hazard. 


My ears got splattered with reality today, 
so I hung them out to dry on the clothes line. 
They just need to breathe. 


Dad said I'd wake the neighbors.  


My art teacher took my hands, 
he said he'll give them back when I remember how to use them. 


I locked my heart in my car.


Mom says I have to clean my rib cage before I can do anything. 


I can't find the right kind of feet to put on, 
the ones I like are dirty. 









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  1. Nyle KelsonApril 4, 2015 at 10:31 PM

    *snaps*

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    1. heisenburgApril 5, 2015 at 9:30 AM

      same^

      this was a very beautiful post.
      you're an amazing writer, thank you.

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  2. Felicity SharpeApril 5, 2015 at 10:12 AM

    You write with so much power. LOVE

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  3. EmmaApril 5, 2015 at 5:02 PM

    One of the best Hay. This is one of the best I think.

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  4. Tyler Cook April 8, 2015 at 1:40 PM

    Wow! That is incredible. "My ears got splattered with reality today,
    so I hung them out to dry on the clothes line.
    They just need to breathe."

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