[bloody kisses]: 558.Humanism - reality of the human mind.Patchwork of a Silent Welcome

The old shag rug interrupting the quiet sadness along with the floor boards continuing to break through the restraint nails. The base of an old broken couch missing its cushions shoved against the farther wall baring an outdated pattern, long forgotten in trend. Soiled, rusted, even rickety cot sits near the splintered door. A used, now spent table in the center, vulnerable, leaning to one side with one snapped leg, one awfully loose. Torn like me, used…like me. Now home to a runaway, I run from everything. This place will always be the same. My new home, new love; mine, mine forever – no more running.

[5/26/08]