[ november 5th, 2014 ]
my emotions are not beautiful.
they are not just
feelings
they are shadows.
have you ever tried
outrunning a shadow?
maybe your method has worked,
but my shadows are not like yours,
they are not just shadows;
they're demons
i can't escape.
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...
