three hundred sixty-odd days ago and this began to be the beginning of the ending a last laugh between life and sleep and life one lovely sun-lit wriggle on a leaf before cocoon’s embrace one more wonder to sing before night asleep inside to feel no pain how long ’til morning’s light ’til fragile new…
three hundred sixty-odd days ago
and this
began to be the beginning
of the ending
a last laugh between life
and sleep
and life
one lovely sun-lit
wriggle on a leaf
before cocoon’s embrace
one more wonder
to sing before
night
asleep inside
to feel no pain
how long ’til morning’s light
’til fragile new wings lengthen
strengthen
gaining flight?
in twilight
you feel
nothing
at
all
[…] when all of that was over and i could finally just be at home, it still felt surreal. i think i was still shut down inside, because i was still healing physically. u2′s song “a man and a woman” has nothing to do with brain surgery, but it contains a lyric that aptly describes a good part of my year: … the only pain is to feel nothing at all. […]
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