When has it ever become "normal"
To come to the conclusion that
Your sanity isn't what holds you down
Nor is this handful of supernovas.
But it is your fingertips that weild the world
Your sighs, coughs, vocal vibrations of the slightest notion
That keep you
So why is it that we have sanity?
It is useless as it is always lost and never truly regained
It does not hold us to the ground
Like these worthless white dwarfs we keep in our pockets
Like these useless melodic promises
Of a heaven or pergatory
YOU ARE READING
XIII
PoetryXIII (read as Thirteen). "There's nothing better than a glass of lies and an appetiser of intriguing words."
