I have the world in my palm.
I am sitting where the land ends
and the sky begins.
Beauty is in all that my eyes encounter.
My mind is turning inside out.
It is capturing these wonders;
committing them to memory for a later date.
Confused and bruised by existence,
we are all strangers to this place.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 2:59 AM UTC
I have the world in my palm.
I am sitting where the land ends
and the sky begins.
Beauty is in all that my eyes encounter.
My mind is turning inside out.
It is capturing these wonders;
committing them to memory for a later date.
Confused and bruised by existence,
we are all strangers to this place.
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