the words pour out
of my mouth
and out of my mind
alarmingly
frequently
and seldomly do they
land on the page
let alone make
any sense
a jumble of
casual suggestions
a see through inanity
an occluded pattern
occasionally they
haphazardly align
but then
so do the planets
and if i look
to the night sky
i see another
star die
another tomorrow
takes its place
another tomorrow
is born anew
i'm not lost
i just don't know
where i am
i'm not found
i'm just aimlessly
drifting
but i am looking
for dead stars
other words
and more tomorrows
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me
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