I hope for things I know I’ll never get.
With those lies, i can pretend to be happy.
And maybe i live in a fake world,
Never to be a perfect place,
That’s better than facing the truth.
Truth can **** a person,
Or it give them clarity.
But is the risk worth it?
Every day is meaningless in the vastness of time.
Butterflies in the deep depths of space.
Every person is a pinprick in the sea of humanity.
The rough, merciless sea of humanity.
Though in a sea, there is always an island.
Even though it may be hard to find,
Raw hope is all it takes to get there.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 2:44 PM UTC
Let me tell the tale
Of a girl who didn't stop;
Who climbed on every mountain
Without a pause when on the top.
She'd dance in every blade of grass
Until each one was covered in dew;
The sun knew her by name
But the silver moon did, too.
For a fear had settled in her bones,
A fear of sitting still;
That if you're not moving forward
It must mean you never will.
So in time, her dance got slower
And she looked at all she'd seen;
But found gaps inside the places
That she'd never fully been.
For she was a human doing,
Human moving, human seeing;
But she had really never taken the time
To be a human being
- e.h
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 11:03 AM UTC
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 7:58 AM UTC