Anna

Haven't seen a word in a span of days. Listen for the slow and steady hum, saying you're everything to everything you're saying. It's not the answer you devoured or the quest to find the question, just the sound that came before the first step and never turned around again. I don't want to freeze inside. I fell in love with the burn out here, but a little on the lighter side, I'm here alone and you don't ask why. Write it down, Anna. Can you hear me now? Autograph and send it through the air. Say you're everything cause you're everything I'm not The knife won't cut the rope tied to me. It's breaks and frays to nothing. Comfort sorrow and you'll hold that weapon by the jagged blade. Caught between a dream and a dream. I pulled at the seams. We're always between trading the dawn for dusk. Exchanging rot for rust. I'll testify with a torch burning black from the mouth of a night-stained sky. I'll stand in the sun cutting shapes into shade. You can hold the hilt, I'll be the blade. You're the reason. You're the sound that lights the way before the first step that never turned around again. All hail! --- Anna - Norma Jean