ready.

and as if i were slowly melting away, as i inhale i hear the pitter patter of my watery insides. what will become of me after all water has dried away? will i still have this feeling that warms me from within? but it doesn't seize at warm, it continues to ascend in temperature; making things too sweltering to bare. burning my edges and other memories in the adjacency of thought. and temperature was always my flaw, nothing could warm me then; making me appear strong and independent. you chiseled my exterior, leaving my warmness exposed and vulnerable, im ready. where are you now?
dec. 27th '04