As moon rises at the peak of the night
And the ocean line swallows the sun
Tiny rocks in the sky turn into little lights
Capturing every bit of hopes and dreams
Taking deep breaths and sighing against a pillow
as I close the windows to my soul
Traveling rapidly through ribbons of colors
Tangling downward in a pitch black background
My foot gets caught at the end of a purple ribbon
Using super strength to get out
My face falls and hits the cold concrete.
Reality just punched me in the face.
Telling me to wake up
and change my pace
Because life before was not working out.
-Ky-Viet Dang (: 06.18.14
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Living in the present.
PoetryUnsure of what the future holds. Still holding onto the past. Every emotion is valid and life is too short. Don't be afraid to be vulnerable - know what it feels like, what it looks like. You are not alone. Believe that you are worth it. You can't c...
