everything is inside of me. i’ve found being.
what cannot be said but only heard
what cannot be touched but only felt.
here in a vacuum of loneliness
soul streaks sky
bleeds down my legs.
the mossy moon
and running red
pounding the atmosphere
but leaving only a whisper
among the weeds on the earth
that are very, very alive
we barely can hear you
and then we lose you
and then you’re there
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
everything is inside of me. i’ve found being.
what cannot be said but only heard
what cannot be touched but only felt.
here in a vacuum of loneliness
soul streaks sky
bleeds down my legs.
the mossy moon
and running red
pounding the atmosphere
but leaving only a whisper
among the weeds on the earth
that are very, very alive
we barely can hear you
and then we lose you
and then you’re there