Wednesday, January 13

end.

we stood still and watched the earth rush towards us.
the train tracks looked like a ladder,
ever star a step. life stole so much.
every passing moment greeted by another. fluid
and constant motion, escaping from our grasp.
stay close, and we are time ticking. we are passion. for once,
we are not afraid.


what for, you asked. why anything.
your eyelashes spoke symphonies, systematic and it sent me shivering.
how could i be so hollow and so full? i am nothing that you are.


i've seen many dusks and few dawns.
there are mountains i hate and birds i envy
and stones i throw. i wish for more
hands to hold. i only love one thing that
can't contain me or i contain it. i feel electricity
in palms and fingertips, and it's pulsing. it's brilliant. it's killing me.
my breath is stale. i am lost,
but in the darkness you felt familiar
and i just want you to hold me for a while.

the train will swallow us, whole,
if we're lucky. look deep into the blinding
light and step forward. this is our
last breath. we are motion, and earth comes to us and we to it.
i am the fury in fists,
and you are poetry to my dying ears. together.
this is our connection. this time, we will not escape. this is perfect, this is holy,
this is beauty, and this is the end.

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