[ november 5th, 2014 ]
i'm trying to catch the ocean
in my palms,
but i forgot
that i live nowhere near the coast.
i tried catching the moon
when the sun wasn't looking
but the sunlight is everywhere,
and i can't hide from it.
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
