Knowing these thoughts will anchor my conscience,
I set sail.
Towards the center of the ocean, where I can jump drown and fly.
Beyond the horizon to grab the moon and leap. Letting go and holding on at the same time,
drowning in questions that answer in oxygen.
I have an addiction to words.
It's beautifully destructive.
And these waters are the only places to control it.
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Beyond
PoetryThoughts and ideas that go beyond the norm. Words that together sum questions and answers to what we see each day. Beyond what we question and imagine. Through the works of poetry collaboratively an expression of what I imagine beyond what I truly s...
