see the vacant echoes from the throats of those before us
that is I
envision the spirits wandering through the filaments of broken bones
that is I
listen to the whispers of mistaken secrets shared between distant lovers
that is I
hear the thunder, the sighs of a coral reef, laughing on the wind
that is I
feel the stone and its roots that bind us together
that is I
grasp the ripped parchment of deceased ideas
that is I
smell the tincture of blood, sweat, and tears
that is I
inhale every molecule of vivacious flowers made of sweet nothings
that is I
taste the salt of the sea on a pallete of rice, seaweed, and fish
that is I
crumble the words I have written and swish them in your mouth
that is I
I am something made through nothing
that is all
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
see the vacant echoes from the throats of those before us
that is I
envision the spirits wandering through the filaments of broken bones
that is I
listen to the whispers of mistaken secrets shared between distant lovers
that is I
hear the thunder, the sighs of a coral reef, laughing on the wind
that is I
feel the stone and its roots that bind us together
that is I
grasp the ripped parchment of deceased ideas
that is I
smell the tincture of blood, sweat, and tears
that is I
inhale every molecule of vivacious flowers made of sweet nothings
that is I
taste the salt of the sea on a pallete of rice, seaweed, and fish
that is I
crumble the words I have written and swish them in your mouth
that is I
I am something made through nothing
that is all
