839: the world asks to be seen

again you know when that thing hits it takes your breath away or causes you to grasp the cotton of your tshirt between your clenched hands at your chest with an earnestness you thought had died upon that bed  that first time  that blood letted anticipation...

836: the world asks to be seen

we run around the sun 6 year old skinned knees joyfilled golden locks streaming behind the arms held high was there trouble did I see concern were my moments tempered by the thought of fall  a loss  a break never and here I am my knees free of broken skin  the golden...