I have swallowed so much of other's blood that I have forgotten that I have bled, too.
With the world shuffling past,
I have became transfixed with the movements of my idols,
forgetting that my feet have left footprints that have, will, and always be buried under the sedimentary memories that I waited to smother me.
Sometimes I can feel my body buckle under the weight of all the dreams I've dared to dreamt.
Under the moon and on top of the world,
I understand that I am inbetween and will always be.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
I have swallowed so much of other's blood that I have forgotten that I have bled, too.
With the world shuffling past,
I have became transfixed with the movements of my idols,
forgetting that my feet have left footprints that have, will, and always be buried under the sedimentary memories that I waited to smother me.
Sometimes I can feel my body buckle under the weight of all the dreams I've dared to dreamt.
Under the moon and on top of the world,
I understand that I am inbetween and will always be.
Ashland, Wisconsin
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