Written in braille

Spill your words onto canvases of stretched leather and watch as they make no sense. Every letter has fallen out of place, every sentence failed to transfer. There is a story behind your every painting and most fallow the fine lines of despair leaving a wake of red in your path. Which one of us thought this would be easy, I’m positive it wasn’t me. How could I have fallowed your words when you spoke them buried within a foreign text. Things weren’t meant to be like this, if only it was all easy but yet things aren’t worth anything if they don’t come with a price. So now cars come and go and I wait for yours with the patients I never had only knowing it will never show, but that’s just me and my dreams of a fairy tale existence where no matter what the star never dies. This is the code of the movies, candle lit dinner and always chasing down her plane before it takes off, nothing but Hollywood’s tricks of the trade. The story still isn’t right, when you asked me to describe myself I fell short of words, had you asked me to describe you the dictionary would have been my play ground. My hindsight is blind but my foresight is 20/20, I can see that ahead of me are bridges made of glass but I will walk in stride to the tune of a lone drummer who faded fast before there was a bloody scene as he knew the battle was lost from the start but I just do perceive it the same.

Written in braille

dreckenschill

Kinderhook, United States

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