there is a chasm in my chest,
occasionally,
when the earth feels too dense with hate
& when I begin to drown in it--
it takes my breath away.
I stop,
pull the moment back for a time,
remind myself that this,
this,
is fleeting.
in
out
close your eyes
listen.
*this is not permanent.
nothing truly is
but truth.*
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
there is a chasm in my chest,
occasionally,
when the earth feels too dense with hate
& when I begin to drown in it--
it takes my breath away.
I stop,
pull the moment back for a time,
remind myself that this,
this,
is fleeting.
in
out
close your eyes
listen.
*this is not permanent.
nothing truly is
but truth.*
