I wrote this while listening to Beck (convenient that he just won for best album huh?) on my way to Singapore. Dealing with a heartbreak, a humble acceptance and the knowledge that moments will still be treasured if I choose to treasure them. I dedicate this to readers who take their time and enjoy mints.
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A meniscus
Close opening
Almost closing
A breath
Close finishing
Next beginning
One and done
Floating up there
...Hanging
Waiting for you
To
Pull it down-
Give
It a name
Any name
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Parallel to Clutter
PoesíaYou might not like this. A collection, in no certain order. I write poetry to unravel the mystery of my own mind, maybe yours as well. I listen to rap while eating cashews. I wear owl earrings while dappling in misadventure, and that has everything...
