Tiny flames,
So delicate and soft.
They dance so intricately,
Blurring into one big fire.
They lick the air,
Yearning to taste that sweet, sweet sky.
They know there’s something more out there,
Something just a little bit better.
But they are bound to the ground,
Bound to the earth itself.
Oh little flames,
You are so naïve, but I love you all the same.
Just for your sake, this one time,
I’ll show you that there’s nothing out there.
Nothing at all…
Here, I’m holding out my hand.
I’ll endure the pain just for you.
I’ll show you how empty it is out there.
Ah, yes, that’s it.
Yes...
Now together we will dance intricately,
So beautifully…
One big fire...
Together we’ll go up into that sweet, sweet sky,
And together we’ll float in emptiness.
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Storm Prophecies
PoetryRain falls in crosshatch across the lamp lit sky, splattering the asphalt ground with splashes of reflected light. I look at the sketchbook in my hand and trace the penciled rain and smudged glow. It was shit. I let to book fly onto the muddy grass...
