hear the words

someone was sitting on a stool still as can be staring off into space with his crooked hand wrapped around a cream colored coffee cup his mind was far off his gaze was solid and unmovable he fell back into a field of grass underneath a cold winter sky the grass was yellow and brown and his eyes were just open not wide not hardly but just open as was he open to the sky open to the grass and the sounds so he began to sing and he sang for quite a while his frail twisted body felt empty and full at the same time his normal aches were gone his head felt very full and his vision quite tainted but there was no difference from tainted and clear there just wasn't any difference. now, shoe laces are tied tight hair is pulled back clothes are on just right beauty queens in a window sitting on stools and all the while so many pairs of legs are strutting along through the night open your hand and take this clay mold it and fold it just as you wish just to your convenience because clay can be so fun to play with and you can set it down when you've had enough and pick it right up again you know? so as the rain was falling the sky opened up the clouds became oceans and the gray turned into cement and as gravity left us we were all stuck on the ceiling of the universe not knowing where to go or how to get there and it was difficult to hold on to each other and floating made each body feel light and nothing seemed to matter and then when the dream ended the stool was occupied by a girl but five people were pointing and laughing and it didn't feel good but it was felt and is that all it ever is? feeling? every single day every moment every breath just another feeling or lack thereof but that seems to be what makes the beach swam in and the kite flown and the heart broken and the friend called and the long walk through the night and the bad dreams and the sad thoughts and the new puppy in the spring time and the tension between gazes or grazes of arms and the fury that builds up and rushes through veins blue as ice and red as fire feel the hands grasping so tightly on your shoulders see the eyes gazing into yours hear the voice hear the words.
i am not playing games.