[ november 5th, 2014 ]
there was a resistance
that one time,
and in that moment,
i forgot about reality.
how could i have been so
vacuous?
i'm anchored
you're the wind,
two things that don't even belong
in the same metaphor;
why would they belong
in anything more?
whatever this is,
i need to drop 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...
