Aug 30
i start to mourn the life that i could’ve had, but killed
and so i sit
sabotaging the only shining starry nights in my life,
and i sing restlessly into an empty jungle,
hoping to hear a familiar call.
one sound to reassure me that i am not the only one left,
singing unknowingly into the thicket
waiting for something to whisper back
—something that has gone extinct.
and so i sit
sabotaging the only shining starry nights in my life,
and i sing restlessly into an empty jungle,
hoping to hear a familiar call.
one sound to reassure me that i am not the only one left,
singing unknowingly into the thicket
waiting for something to whisper back
—something that has gone extinct.
i wrote this a while back and it’s even more relevant in my life right now. look up the story of this bird. it is so beautiful and sad.
written: 5/30/24–6/5/24
published: 8/30/24
written: 5/30/24–6/5/24
published: 8/30/24
