Talk about silence
As if you aren’t its killer
Read a book just to watch the paper get thinner
Inhale water to make your lungs a good swimmer
Won’t eat all day so you’ll appreciate dinner
Buy a plant to remind you what time can do
Write in sand to understand that thoughts disintegrate and move
Become a man just to cut off yours balls
So you can show them off wrinkled and small
Climb a tree
Wait for it to fall
Build a house
But forget the walls
Pretend to know what makes no sense at all
About the Creator
Goldie
Addiction to my pen sweeping cobwebs in my mind
The brief feeling of structure when my thoughts start to rhyme
Vale Perficientur
"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
By Matthew Fromm4 days ago in Fiction
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