It starts here, under our flesh, blue veins prominent.
It starts here, out of our mouths, a smoky whisper filling our lungs.
It's starts now.
YOU ARE READING
humans
Poetry"Being human means constantly trying to find the light." -Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett "Phases" (poetry written in form of journal entries)
start.
It starts here, under our flesh, blue veins prominent.
It starts here, out of our mouths, a smoky whisper filling our lungs.
It's starts now.
