I'm on a whim contemplating between disparity and continuity.
Stuck between where the fire meets its maker doused in gasoline.
Who self destructed to the point where her hands aren't clean.
And turning a deforested soul into a forest full of wanderlust.
Moving along with Earth's rotation as she becomes crystallized into her origin of star dust.
Cemented between inhaling the start of another new season.
And exhaling out gun powder from the war waged against self treason.
Feeling the outline of my fingerprints just to pretend his skin is still touching mine.
And reading the crystal ***** as they fall down my cheeks telling me his heart was never aligned.
I can't choose between the feeling of infinity and ephemerality.
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC
I'm on a whim contemplating between disparity and continuity.
Stuck between where the fire meets its maker doused in gasoline.
Who self destructed to the point where her hands aren't clean.
And turning a deforested soul into a forest full of wanderlust.
Moving along with Earth's rotation as she becomes crystallized into her origin of star dust.
Cemented between inhaling the start of another new season.
And exhaling out gun powder from the war waged against self treason.
Feeling the outline of my fingerprints just to pretend his skin is still touching mine.
And reading the crystal ***** as they fall down my cheeks telling me his heart was never aligned.
I can't choose between the feeling of infinity and ephemerality.
I struggle to bring myself to balance my emotions.
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