we’re soulmates,
not lovers.
to most, there’s no difference.
but you and i know better
Laying on our backs in my bed, you stared at the ceiling.
I could see you letting your eyes go in and out of focus.
I asked you what was on your mind.
You stayed quiet for a while, and then said,
“This is the breathe before the plunge.”
Not wanting to take more than our fair share of air left in the room, we stayed silent. Staring at our future.
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Notice how all of humanity has just gone downhill since they declared that Pluto was not a planet anymore
I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.
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| — | Jaime Gil de Bieda (via lunadamepan) |
It’s rained wind chimes for the past few months; we’re drowning in noise and metal. Then, little creature, there was this unbearable silence. Silence so great it swallowed the scattered pearls in the sky, and people were left clinging to remnants of voices long gone. I’d never seen a town so…
