I’m talented at breathing, especially exhaling, so that my chest will rise and fall with yours.
I am fairly agile.. I can bend and not break. Or I can break and take it with a smile.
I’m talented with reason, I cover all the angles.. I can fail before I ever try.
How you always talk of catching me, but never open up your hands.
I’m not listening for the right words anymore.
..like the blue sky, right before the rain comes crashing through…
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map