Maybe in a parallel universe the world is okay. Maybe in a parallel universe we're okay.
Maybe in a parallel universe they aren't stuck in misery.
But that's okay, because we meet strangers on this planet, light years away from others, yet so close. But we just want things to pass.
Willing away time.
Away
away
away.
And maybe that's all that this universe consists of;
time.
But that's okay because on this planet, we make art during that time.
And often people don't understand art;
"I don't get it"
"What does that mean"
Quite frankly, I don't understand more than half of it myself, because the point it to feel,
not understand.
Hey world :) Here is a compilation of a few small excerpts from a long poem that I'm writing. I hope you enjoy this. Talk to you soon <3
