I wish I were an arrogant lil' rascal, with a bounce in my step & an ugly smirk on my face & just my thumbs in the front pockets of my jeans. I want to fight back when the pavement threatens to swallow me between the slabs of concrete laid over razed earth a few decades ago. Sometimes, I've forgotten that the stones I confide in are not listening, or that the duck outside my window is not meant for only me to hear. I knw so few things in the world but I knw why we keep such words tucked away in our veins ; the notion of you not suffering as I do made me think perhaps it would be better to let your lips puncture my lungs.