I used to belong in this hell.
I was the last puzzle piece to the fire.
But there was a shift in the currents
(those that guide love towards shore)
and I drowned
and I'm not sure where I am now.
I know that this isn't heaven.
The daylight would make sense of all these things;
the birds would always have a sky(without having to wonder where to fly)
and I would always have the perfect words.
The search for meaning has stopped.
I have seen what these waters can do;
The missing pieces have gone back to the moon.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 12:02 AM UTC
I used to belong in this hell.
I was the last puzzle piece to the fire.
But there was a shift in the currents
(those that guide love towards shore)
and I drowned
and I'm not sure where I am now.
I know that this isn't heaven.
The daylight would make sense of all these things;
the birds would always have a sky(without having to wonder where to fly)
and I would always have the perfect words.
The search for meaning has stopped.
I have seen what these waters can do;
The missing pieces have gone back to the moon.
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