I never fell out of words

but words fell out of me

 

the things you speak

don’t mean squat to me

 

the footsteps you take

can fall off the earth

 

but this is the true thing

that gets me

 

these

loving

living

memories

 

living a life

of sweet

living things

 

eating away at the soul

that has the ability

to create lives and

destroy minds

 

but yet I can see

 

yet I can breath

 

yet I can push my self

away from stupid lies

and little memories

 

and try to live a life

of sweet tranquility

in the ignorance of me

 

I'll say these last little things

with happiness as I slip into an

ignorant bliss

as I keep repeating that this is my happiness