I feel profound.
Airy,
suffocating in optimism
without secreting a sound.
It's as if I wave from a flagpole
free from control
from even myself.
And the beautiful breeze,
brushes up against me peacefully
without disturbing a sparkle on me.
I feel solid in the most liquified way imaginable.
Yet I know, when the clock strikes twelve,
all life will be ****** out of me.
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 12:10 AM UTC
I feel profound.
Airy,
suffocating in optimism
without secreting a sound.
It's as if I wave from a flagpole
free from control
from even myself.
And the beautiful breeze,
brushes up against me peacefully
without disturbing a sparkle on me.
I feel solid in the most liquified way imaginable.
Yet I know, when the clock strikes twelve,
all life will be ****** out of me.
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