A pulsing light
Like a bearing heart
Rays of a bloodstream
Between blinking lights
Of a thousand individual stars
Of a thousand individual organs
I used to be a person
Just me But then
My wristband light up
A organ of a body
A star of a sky.
YOU ARE READING
impressions
PoetryI'm going through life experiencing existing and not so exiting, normal and extraordinary teenage stuff, so these are my impressions of the world around me.
