stand so still, so small
under the moon
and look at the clouds
and notice how
they're moving
and how nonexistent we are
compared to everything else
and how magnificent everything else is
compared to us
(photo by: a boy named josh)
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art/poetry
Poetrytrying to turn my constant longing, lonely bitterness into poetry so it can be just as pretty as it is ugly (art: Beth Hoeckel) A.P./poetic- © all rights reserved
