Week 3, or rather,
Weakness in 3's.
I'll wait for it.
And so I'll wander.
Am I being answered?
Or is this just the culminating culling.
Though I've been handed new lives to call friends.
I praise this as I'm cast upon by a single piercing light,
The only light in these 4 squares I feel home.
And it will blind me,
But so will the outside.
Oh wave, you crash over me.
How you beckon me to sleep,
Although because of you I won't fall.
The bright glow of screens surrounding,
Show comfort within faces I can't yet reach and grasp.
I'll wait for it.
And so, I'll wander.
I depend on this like my gods, I run to this like I run from weakness,
And I'll glow like the lights that pierce my gaze.
I'll learn to be my own hero.
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2. Looking For What Tomorrow May Bring
PoesíaThis is the second book in potentially what will amount to a series of books over my life. Unfolding the next chapter of life, as things move on forward towards a gateway that brings greater things, things greater than I. I have to stop and wonder...
