Landslide Mind

in my own little crook in the sky,
set apart,
set aside
from millions of minds
as complex as mine.

what is I?
grey inhale.
gray sigh.

i am aching to speak
meaningfully.
you don’t have
to touch me
to touch me.

why's it so hard to hold
and be held
when you’re nobody’s baby?

biding a lifetime,
waiting(.....) for
"possibly" , "maybe" ,

and even if there was nothing
between us,
it wouldn’t mean
there was something
between us.

i guess i’m sick and tired
of being(.)
sick and tired

when we’re all just
dying to live and
living to die.

well, that’s just fine.
well, no it’s not.
oh.
i recognize
the landslide mind.