The Feel of a Feeling
August 1, 2007
I want to
Cry till
It hurts my insides
Hurts my insides
Maybe then
I can
Get it all out of me
All out of me
As I sit
Down here
Touch bare feet to the ground
Bare feet to the ground
It’s so course
And I
Love the feel of it
The feel of it
So gritty
Solid
I feel at home here
Feel at home here
With clenched teeth
Fists made
Getting to the core of me
To the core of me
Imagining
My soul
Coming out of my chest
Out of my chest
What is left
A shell
Strong and formerly me
Formerly me
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Written to the beat of Rusted Wheel by Silversun Pickups
I am thinking about the extreme of feelings here. Primal. Where you rarely go. The power. The rawness. Tapping it.
Reach your hand inside and snatch it. Bring it out and up in front your eyes. Open your fist slowly and study it.
The tactile, physical feel, of a feeling.