*I wish you would realize
what you can still become.*
You are here because
the universe willed the atoms
to rearrange themselves
to become you
and no one else.
You are a crashing orchestra,
a breath of fresh air.
You are decades upon decades upon decades
of destruction and reconstruction
rolled into a tiny voice
and a single choice.
You are much too complex
to be contained in a box.
*You are much too full
of love to share,
but you never keep any of it
for yourself.*
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 9:01 PM UTC
*I wish you would realize
what you can still become.*
You are here because
the universe willed the atoms
to rearrange themselves
to become you
and no one else.
You are a crashing orchestra,
a breath of fresh air.
You are decades upon decades upon decades
of destruction and reconstruction
rolled into a tiny voice
and a single choice.
You are much too complex
to be contained in a box.
*You are much too full
of love to share,
but you never keep any of it
for yourself.*
for a friend.
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