stillness from the spillage.

here lies the words of a life

stripped of the lies,

my truth

in the lines.

and the best

and the what

and the rest

of what's left

of myself, and

in spite

of myself,

are the Words!

they still work

and i still wake up

burning through everything

and panting and blinking

and saying i'm sorry

and not meaning it

and still,

i keep writing and writing

and open

i spill.