Feels like a sad poem but honestly I was in a very good mood while writing this.
Rain falling, times passes on.
We all wash away, down the street,
down the gutter, into the depths
of the Earth.
Writer in San Francisco, CA
Feels like a sad poem but honestly I was in a very good mood while writing this.
Rain falling, times passes on.
We all wash away, down the street,
down the gutter, into the depths
of the Earth.
Page by page, how it bends and folds
the next page that reveals something new
something unheard of. And yet, after
there are no more pages, they remain
powerful reminders of worlds within words.
what to do when out of sight? Not so sure
not too bright. You think you can get away
with anything, in the night.
You can taste them in the air.
Palpable and bitter,
the eyes sting, heart aches.
How does it feel to live?
-Alina Hansen