A separation of fragments
And a joiner of phrases
A brief pause for the white background to scream.
My thoughts are written in black
While my mind races in the white.
Look at the sky.
Were I to record my thoughts on the night -
they would disappear
And my mind would shine like each star.
Let my thoughts vanish, my mind go free
And fill the rest with nothing
But space.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
A separation of fragments
And a joiner of phrases
A brief pause for the white background to scream.
My thoughts are written in black
While my mind races in the white.
Look at the sky.
Were I to record my thoughts on the night -
they would disappear
And my mind would shine like each star.
Let my thoughts vanish, my mind go free
And fill the rest with nothing
But space.