coexisting with the seeds of our own undoing/ a window into myself/ tomorrow we will be dropped off at the airport/ will you take a taxi home?/ only when kindness fails do we not have homes/ dont believe in those gods and myths/ they remind us of all that we dont know/ which is nearly everything/ and i cant see very far from down here
should i be concerned about how easily i unattached myself from people but how attached i get to their parallel memories?
when i look at ____ i see plush pink cheeks and a white glow, ____ is a somber blue that shouldn’t be bypassed, the red glow the sun leaves on the top of the mountain is ____, the sun shining on my yellow walls is ______, when the rain stops and the vibrant greens are glowing is ____, _____ is a mellow yellow flower against the blue sky.
my memories have been marbled with these colors, these colors are speckled on my walls, in my writing, and in everything i do. they make my dull days brighter! and my yellow days more vibrant.
it’ll hurt to see them go, the fear of forgetting their colors may haunt me, but i know they’ll leave behind an iridescence and give color to others lives just as they did mine
it seems as if all of us hold our breath till we turn 18 living for the sun but never feeling the warmth with the knowledge that nothing lasts forever temporary moments consume our thoughts made in the moment of tonight and only tonight because it is the only time we have until tomorrow
I open my heart not with carelessness but with humility so you can read the foreign language that is trapped inside my chest that I cannot comprehend myself so that you can tell me what I truly feel because this foreign language is becoming too difficult to carry myself.