I want to be shaken.
To feel {{ eternity, }}
and taste death.
To dip my feet in youth,
and sandcastles of
build out time.
I want to hold my life in the palms of my hands,
and watch it s.c.a.t.t.e.r. in the wind,
to see which moments light-up-like-stars
or lightning bugs,
And which ones only create ~ dust ~
on other people's keepsakes.
But I'm afraid, (so afraid)
too much of it would just be ash
that blows ~ away...
And no one could call that beautiful.
If I knew every moment was precious,
I wouldn't spend another moment here.
I want to be moved;
I need to be
shaken.
Mar 13, 2011
Mar 13, 2011 at 5:14 PM UTC
I want to be shaken.
To feel {{ eternity, }}
and taste death.
To dip my feet in youth,
and sandcastles of
build out time.
I want to hold my life in the palms of my hands,
and watch it s.c.a.t.t.e.r. in the wind,
to see which moments light-up-like-stars
or lightning bugs,
And which ones only create ~ dust ~
on other people's keepsakes.
But I'm afraid, (so afraid)
too much of it would just be ash
that blows ~ away...
And no one could call that beautiful.
If I knew every moment was precious,
I wouldn't spend another moment here.
I want to be moved;
I need to be
shaken.
© March 12th, 2011 Moriah Jean
I need an adventure.