.cry in the dirt of your day
.cry when no one hears
.cry in the crowd of strangers
.cry in the crowd of friends

.sit in the circle
.sit and share the dirt of your day
.sit in the chair and erase your senses
.sit and manipulate what’s left of you

.their eyes pry
.their mouths hum
.their hands clap
.their feet tap

.i am but the one with the sharp tongue
.i am but the one who finds life amusing
.i am the one wincing in the corner
.i am the one hiding my face into my palms

.cry in the dirt of your day
.cry the spoken word
.cry and shout yourself to existence
.cry because that is the only sound left of you

.jacob g
.19 .entry 0207

.but a dot left of me