and to the clouds we envision as crude sketches on the canvas of cerulean blue, we ask, "why do you weep with such torrential fury?"
and to the mountains rising so high from the earth's crust whose elevations scrape the surface of the sky, "why do you shed your skin with a barrage of rock?"
and to the encompassing ocean that engulfs the globe with such astonishing mysteries underneath it's waves, "why do you swell with such temper upon the land?"
you look at the wonders of this natural world and question it's character. you marvel at how it emulates the innate emotion of the human condition.
ponder if the phenomena of this physical place also holds our own quality for inherent destruction, or if we simply presumed that in order to feel less alone.
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Symptoms of Starlight | Poetry
Poetry"you've been brushed by the need for something greater, your head waits for a crown." In which a girl writes down everything from 2 am thoughts to afternoon drabbles to empowering poems in hopes it all means something.
