Here we stand on the edge of tomorrow forever. Feet clinging to the edge like an excited girl in love. Heels ready to lean us forward. Arms stretched to fly. Knees bent to jump. Desire looking only straight ahead to the adventure teasing us into the air. Desire shoving us to embrace the unknown vacuum. And that damned sensibility screaming for us to hold on just one second longer.
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Attempts at Poetry
PoetryA collection largely random thoughts from my head loosely resembling poetry.
