366 Poems: April 19th, 2016


Never cease to be amazed

that the world can be broken into calculations

and sounds,

that a feeling can be defined

by a place

or a song

or a word…

A word can mean nothing.

A word can mean everything.

A word can be the difference

between sorrow and survival,

and yet we’ll still never know

what we’re talking about…

We’re standing on the edge

of a rock hurtling through space,

falling through time on some uncharted path–

and you.

You are here.

You are alive.

You are in love with… something.

So please,

don’t ever let it go,

because this world is too good to pass up.


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