Friday, July 8, 2011


the empty spaces in my house
feel like ghosts moving all around me
moving through me

i am conscious of things that aren't there
of the silences my mouth makes

i am aching
for something

i can feel it
in my forearms
as i am typing

words to you

everyone is aching

what we feel is unquantifiable

it would be like trying to weigh something
in zero-gravity

it is like all the times you will ever say the word love

it is like opening your arms as wide as they can go
to indicate a very large distance

there is so much that we cannot measure