A Little Something I Wrote Today!
A little something I wrote today!
Seeing the flecks of light scattered across the sky fills me with both amazement and frustration.
Imagining what those little flecks hold excites me, but I then remember I could never see everything they are.
It feels like I’ve been cheated. I wish I could live every life and experience everything, but it’s just not possible. I hope when I die, I’ll become God. I hope that everyone will. And for an eternity I could really live. I could see everything there is to see. I hope I could go back to the beginning, way before it, and see time as if it were individual frames of a motion picture.
Each second, less than a second, the smallest most meaningless unit of time, could last forever. I could see everything and feel it and love it and hate it and laugh and cry and scream. And when it somehow ends, I’d do it over.
I want to love everyone and hate everyone. I want to kill and give life. I want to ruin and better. I want to breathe and I want to suffocate and swim and burn. I want to see how ugly and beautiful it all is. I want to see things I could’ve never imagined.
I want to know everything better than I currently know myself. I want to find myself and everyone in all of it.
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You’re warm in my hands
Flickering blithe laughs
Fills my lungs
I am full
For a second I breathe in that warmth
I am whole
I hold you in the rain
Feel how you combat the cold
The loneliness
The emptiness that hollows into my chest
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The moment you leave my lips
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Something I’d desperately suck up
Suffocate in
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