The world holds no weight .
The sky bears no mass.
In which I see I am as I will always be.
Hollow;
Drifing;
Through this life that means no more than a single blade of grass
upon which I lay;
Observing:
We are but a wall of clouds
Floating;
Waiting to pass.
Through this sky.
A sky that bears no mass.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
The world holds no weight .
The sky bears no mass.
In which I see I am as I will always be.
Hollow;
Drifing;
Through this life that means no more than a single blade of grass
upon which I lay;
Observing:
We are but a wall of clouds
Floating;
Waiting to pass.
Through this sky.
A sky that bears no mass.