My hands pull
the horizon down
charting lands unexplored
by my eyes
the horizon tossed
to the floor
the world has
never looked this
beautiful.
I have charted
many similar maps
But none of
those I wanted
to get lost
but now I
don't care if
I forever stay
wandering.
I stare into
those celestial constellations
and study the
stories they tell
worship the fire
that now ignites
the hearth within
this ramshackle skeleton
Finally
My
Flesh
Grows
And
I
Can
Feel
Love(d).
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC
My hands pull
the horizon down
charting lands unexplored
by my eyes
the horizon tossed
to the floor
the world has
never looked this
beautiful.
I have charted
many similar maps
But none of
those I wanted
to get lost
but now I
don't care if
I forever stay
wandering.
I stare into
those celestial constellations
and study the
stories they tell
worship the fire
that now ignites
the hearth within
this ramshackle skeleton
Finally
My
Flesh
Grows
And
I
Can
Feel
Love(d).
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