I’m just a stone; skipping carelessly
through streams of love.
_One
Two,
Maybe three_
Seeing how far I’ll make it this time; distant
enough to not see where I immediately sink.
_One
Two
Three,
I made it to four_
Still however far you go, the awkward silence
you can hear, is a distant failure’s echo.
_One
Two
Three
Four,
Must be luck to make five_
With the smooth skins of stone, often to tattoo the
smoothest words on tongue; patiently ready.
_One
Two
Three
Four
Five,
Honestly, best not to count on your failures,_
Its so easy to lose count, but just count on one:
—the one day you eventually find what you’re looking for.
One day does feel like a distant arrival, still it will be
one day, you’ll know you have found the one.
May 4, 2024
May 4, 2024 at 9:01 AM UTC
I’m just a stone; skipping carelessly
through streams of love.
_One
Two,
Maybe three_
Seeing how far I’ll make it this time; distant
enough to not see where I immediately sink.
_One
Two
Three,
I made it to four_
Still however far you go, the awkward silence
you can hear, is a distant failure’s echo.
_One
Two
Three
Four,
Must be luck to make five_
With the smooth skins of stone, often to tattoo the
smoothest words on tongue; patiently ready.
_One
Two
Three
Four
Five,
Honestly, best not to count on your failures,_
Its so easy to lose count, but just count on one:
—the one day you eventually find what you’re looking for.
One day does feel like a distant arrival, still it will be
one day, you’ll know you have found the one.
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