rising and falling
heaving out our breaths.
we measure our time
in what is left.
unworthy, silly, and ever losing ambition,
I follow c ra c k s in the window
forgeting their endless stories.
and hoping the gravel stays on the ground
where it belongs.
exquisite, superhuman, and destined for greatness
you catch sunbeams in the palm of your hand
even when the sky is bundled up in clouds.
what is this to you?
breaking clocks
or keeping them here to forget time,
we can't see the candles that were set for us.
what is life going to do to us?
can we bear the spidery fingers that will eventually
rip
us
apart?
"you got so much love in you
you got so much love
i'm amazed that i'm talking to you
you look like a song that i've heard my
whole life coming true."
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