There lies a moment between
closing and opening your eyes,
wherein nothing exists
Every blink meets an oblivion
My pupils collapse like dying stars
and suddenly, streams of light wash over me
If oblivion would only keep my amorphous soul...
YOU ARE READING
A Meaningless Collection
PoetryA collection of variously themed poems that I write mostly on my commute to class or when I can't find a reason to fall asleep.
