I climbed onto the shed roof
To be closer to the moon.
I wanted to feel everything.
I was greedy, I burst with desire
To have the stars, the brightness,
Even the dull glow of the streetlamp.
I wanted each grey shadow
On the face of the moon.
I jumped
From the shed, from a wall.
I thought I would fly.
But I landed so hard that the
Bones in my feet hurt.
The ground, it was as hard
As the faces of passers-by.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 9:01 AM UTC
I climbed onto the shed roof
To be closer to the moon.
I wanted to feel everything.
I was greedy, I burst with desire
To have the stars, the brightness,
Even the dull glow of the streetlamp.
I wanted each grey shadow
On the face of the moon.
I jumped
From the shed, from a wall.
I thought I would fly.
But I landed so hard that the
Bones in my feet hurt.
The ground, it was as hard
As the faces of passers-by.
