perjantai 7. helmikuuta 2014


Some feel the presence of a creature greater than us
and have all the answers floating on the sky,
waiting to be caught

While I,
sitting on the edge of the dock
feel no air through
my suffocating lungs

It’s a concert of melancholy
where girls braiding each other’s hair
dim their private suns

Which I once had thousands of

I have to learn to breathe
so that I could nod towards

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