The sobbing boy ran over to the rosy girl
And sputtered,
"I think I am a hologram made of binary code
Because I am either nothing
Or so very close
Ones and zeros."
The rosy cheeked girl smiled
And her voice crackled sweetly like fire
And her skin gleaned tan on the ends and middles
Warm to the touch as she held his hands
"You know,
There are endless numbers
Between zero and one
There's not just a skip
Between something and none
Some are irrational and
Some are ordinary
But either way
You are composed of the sand grains on a beach
And the cells in the trees
You are
Everything.
At least,
To me."
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Jars of Stars
AléatoireThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
