i haven't slowed down since i began walking,
the destination is simply
farther than the map requested.
noted i lost myself in the beginning
roaming around foolishly awaiting happiness
to come to me.
Yet I know my intellect
I am made to ignite things.
bursting each cell given life into an ember,
one thin string of smoke.
i am one of the things I've blown up.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 7:11 PM UTC
i haven't slowed down since i began walking,
the destination is simply
farther than the map requested.
noted i lost myself in the beginning
roaming around foolishly awaiting happiness
to come to me.
Yet I know my intellect
I am made to ignite things.
bursting each cell given life into an ember,
one thin string of smoke.
i am one of the things I've blown up.
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