I used to think I could catch dust motes
with my bare hands.
I would dance around in the sunbeams of my childhood,
watching my hands whip through the slow
drifting constellations of dead skin.
I swore, if I just moved fast enough,
I could cup the colorless specks in my hands.
You were never really mine,
I just thought I held you in a sunlit moment.
T.11.I
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC
I used to think I could catch dust motes
with my bare hands.
I would dance around in the sunbeams of my childhood,
watching my hands whip through the slow
drifting constellations of dead skin.
I swore, if I just moved fast enough,
I could cup the colorless specks in my hands.
You were never really mine,
I just thought I held you in a sunlit moment.
T.11.I
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