The empty fills me
as if I had depth;
straight and fast,
yearning some forgiveness.
I can't resist to the hugeness,
however inoffensive it is.
Above me there's a sky
which really seems to be one.
The pale blue charms me
and the irregular white defines me.
I can't resist to time,
however long it is.
My body doesn't need
another surface
to touch...
– just have soul.
I can't resist to loneliness,
however sentimental I am.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
The empty fills me
as if I had depth;
straight and fast,
yearning some forgiveness.
I can't resist to the hugeness,
however inoffensive it is.
Above me there's a sky
which really seems to be one.
The pale blue charms me
and the irregular white defines me.
I can't resist to time,
however long it is.
My body doesn't need
another surface
to touch...
– just have soul.
I can't resist to loneliness,
however sentimental I am.
