and who are you,
to walk into my world,
and create galaxies with your words,
and wreak havoc where you walk
who are you,
to leave my world,
a path of destruction behind you,
littered with stars and planets
who are you,
to leave me behind,
whispering words to winking stars,
for they are they only ones who listen
and who are you,
to be the one that comes back in the end,
for i’ve gotten over you and your star-filled eyes
until you looked at me again?
-- j.a.
[[if you cant tell i really like stars and space and metaphors fight me]]
YOU ARE READING
alimento mori
Acakn. the insomnia-borne jolt of awareness that you will die. write it down before it's gone and let everyone see it because you exist, you exist, that sylvia plath quote running through your head, tattoo it on your veins, remind yourself you are here...
