I want to run, but I can't escape it.
I can't escape myself, yourself, ourselves.
Everywhere I turn to flee, to seek solace,
I see you, me, us.
So many lasts and too few firsts,
I wish things could start over, renewed and reborn like the moon's phases.
Ebbing and flowing, tugging on us on Earth so far away,
so lonely.
I wish for you the wold the strength the grandeur.
Peace
-AM
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
I want to run, but I can't escape it.
I can't escape myself, yourself, ourselves.
Everywhere I turn to flee, to seek solace,
I see you, me, us.
So many lasts and too few firsts,
I wish things could start over, renewed and reborn like the moon's phases.
Ebbing and flowing, tugging on us on Earth so far away,
so lonely.
I wish for you the wold the strength the grandeur.
Peace
-AM
