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sanch kay Jul 2015
she breathed in yet another drag
rolling the silvery blue smoke
down her rasping throat
just so that the voices in her head
would stop telling her hands
to wrap around her stuttering pulse
and **squeeze.
sanch kay Jul 2015
meandering,*
i'm the lightweight
(see through) ghost light
shining through the crevices of
the coloured rays.
i'm the one that's always there and can't be seen.
sanch kay Jul 2015
think of all the people you've ever met,
and all the conversations that have ever left an impact on you.
think of all the thoughts that those words prompted in you,
and all the actions they led to,
which went and touched more people than you can count.
innumerable words and thoughts,
little cosmic representations of the
souls of people touching us
every.single.day.
your life is forever and inexplicably interconnected with a million others.
forever intertwined, forever in tandem; forever solitary.
sanch kay Jul 2015
and the sheer beauty of life is,
even as you live,
you *die.
(what they really mean when they say that life is 'short'.)
sanch kay Jul 2015
trapped between
what I see
and
what I want to see,
I blink.

*and there you stand.
in every dream I see you one step closer, one step further. always there.
sanch kay Jul 2015
locked between land, skies and sea
the rhythms of the world call out to me.
i really, really, really want to take off to the mountains with my best friend.
sanch kay Jul 2015
i like how
the corners of your lips twist upwards
when your eyes settle on my bare thighs
peeking through torn jeans.
one look
two smiles
three words;

i come undone.
finding joy in the smallest of things.
sanch kay Jul 2015
so many kinds of writers;
some with stars in their eyes and
souls on their sleeves;
some, with stony stares
and a voice that thrives in silence.
a result of observations :)
sanch kay Jul 2015
i only needed this cloud of worries to ascend -
then, it got so easy
**to tell it all to you.
maybe some words need a little push to tumble out.
sanch kay Jul 2015
if there's only one thing I could do all my life;
it would be to know you - *all of you.
can we sit up late tonight and talk?
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