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I’m only a droplet in your heart’s ocean. Maybe barely a puddle. I don’t make a large sound And once gone, not easily found
By Christian Koller3 years ago in Poets
I can see that you’re coming from a broken heart Let me be the christening, a new start What’s the name, the sound that you’re calling in?
Vibrate All our atoms are constantly moving. And now just ours, but everything too. Breathe Our own personal little vibration. Sometimes we think about it, sometimes we don’t.
Waves gently crashing on an empty beach. A breeze blowing over a large field. A train on tracks in the distance. A guitar with just the right amount of distortion.
I walk in. Dreary. Is it dreary? There’s a woman licking her fingers to turn pages in a borrowed magazine. How many people have licked those pages?
I love the sound of birds in the morning. Like there’s nothing wrong in the world. If I were to get up and go outside, everything would be fine.
Who would I be without you? Just a person floating through the world? What purpose would there be without you? How would my life unfurl?
I had a dream a few years ago. In the sky was a black hole, surrounded by bright purple light. The sky was dark grey. Everyone in the world was looking for their loved ones.
I worry about a lot of things. I worry that the world is getting warmer. Melting. On fire. I worry that I’ll never hit that point in my life where I say,
I know I’m in a poem. It’s a poem that doesn’t always rhyme. The rhythm doesn’t always fit right. Or maybe I’m in a song.
You know that feeling when you’re going up the stairs of a dark basement? Where you feel the darkness, or something unknown in it, following you up the stairs?
I hate it And yet I want it so much It’s like our lives are supposed to revolve around it Isn’t it strange that you could hate something but want it so badly?