paper-thin walls
for
composed of needles &
egg-shells
and in the middle of it all
gravity is its own
different creature
obscure
and ominous
with more weight
weighing
than usual
&more; so
demanding of attention
though so quick to
stay entirely intangible
the sweet scent
of weightless futures ahead
-although possible, not certain-
whisp in through the rips
where windows would be
suspended within a sunray
taunting the senses
this isn't a prison
it's a home
but one can't help but feel trapped
when everything ever known
feels so forcibly shown
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
paper-thin walls
for
composed of needles &
egg-shells
and in the middle of it all
gravity is its own
different creature
obscure
and ominous
with more weight
weighing
than usual
&more; so
demanding of attention
though so quick to
stay entirely intangible
the sweet scent
of weightless futures ahead
-although possible, not certain-
whisp in through the rips
where windows would be
suspended within a sunray
taunting the senses
this isn't a prison
it's a home
but one can't help but feel trapped
when everything ever known
feels so forcibly shown
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