Clouds poetry

Fulfill

On the radio at work one thing
I could/myself agree on was something
That felt like a quote floating mid air hanging
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                 r afternoon the woman said- we look for pleasure in the things that distract us from life.

I added to that quote nodding to no one in particular
-from our worries/burdens like a sack of cement carried, To fill a hole within our self.
Though i forgot that was a Christian/talk show/podcast in my head I was in a rocket ship going to philosophy,psychology,literature landing on the moon/thinking I could with hope, shooting through the sky like a un receive star. Not from rejection but from lost.
-ashes poetry