Today I saw the edges of my self
fraying in the wind.
I saw leaves
split their veins against autumn fire.
I saw the departed
gather at convenience stores
and speak their regrets into the pavement.
I tried to join in
but couldn’t voice a thing.
Sometimes we bleed
disarticulate through our flesh
**** without purpose.
I am sempiternal today
but not tomorrow.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC
Today I saw the edges of my self
fraying in the wind.
I saw leaves
split their veins against autumn fire.
I saw the departed
gather at convenience stores
and speak their regrets into the pavement.
I tried to join in
but couldn’t voice a thing.
Sometimes we bleed
disarticulate through our flesh
**** without purpose.
I am sempiternal today
but not tomorrow.
12:06pm, May 21st 2016
where is the front? where is the front when i need it?
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