dawn gives me the comfort that death never could.
beautifully fragile, painted in ways humans couldn't- not within this lifetime anyways.
i think about things way beyond my mind, never an actual answer to be given- unintentionally rhetorical.
is there a middle ground between dawn and death? a place a soul can thrive given a singular spoken word, somewhere love is constant and alcohol isn't necessary to have fun?
i've outrun drunk my entire life, one foot in front of the other- i'm already six under.
i will commit murder in the name of a loving god, maybe then i'll be awed.
chaos attracts attention with or without intention.
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my poetry - kelsey loch
Poetrymy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
