Flashing forward three years into the future
I feel underneath myself, the footprints of a dearest stranger
Aware of my lack of awareness is my wisdom
Mowing wild grass that never ceases to grow is my strength
A constant struggle for air is my interminable doom
Air I cannot seem to build
Yet I thrive
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Rhythms From a Quarter Life
PoesíaI will die the very moment this poetry collection is complete, not a moment more, not a moment less. Yet, what worries me is not death but never being able to complete this poetry collection. These are the rhythms resonating from a quarter-life.
