long way home

and there i ran to my false prophets again--a moment of
stillness a fracture of time a highway to hide
upon.

fading away replica of an actual potantial i have become--waiting desperately to grow old enough to burn my idols and effortlessly conceal my secrests or believe- with eyes shut-in their non existence.

i am already old enough
to begin losing faith
in words
anyways--