A spec of dust, one of countless
Adrift in this cold cosmos
A grain of sand, one of what seems infinite
In this universal beach, stretching across the galaxy
A drop of ink, a splash of color
On the canvas of this abyssal painting
Out of billions of years
Does twenty-one even make a difference?
What do I want from this?
My twenty-first year?
I don't want much
I want to grow up a little
Maybe then I'll understand life's riddles
I want to get us a little place of our own
A place for us to call home
I want to be a better artist
To make something I can truly be proud of
Now that I'm a year older again
I want my life to truly begin
- 2/5/21
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Garrulous
PoesíaA collection of poems based around whatever was running through my mind at the time. Whether it be my life experiences or just a dumb idea I thought of. Feel free to hop around to whatever poem catches your eye, they vary widely in tone and theme. I...
