Every minute hatched into reexistence
(Light creating shadow
Where nothing was before).
One eye blind, the fingers
Float in empty space, and my hand
Feels nothing.
Where was form when everything was flat?
The spirit of the world beating against itself
Like moths against the glass.
And, like God, I wonder
...Why can't I live like that?
(Light creating shadow
Where nothing was before).
One eye blind, the fingers
Float in empty space, and my hand
Feels nothing.
Where was form when everything was flat?
The spirit of the world beating against itself
Like moths against the glass.
And, like God, I wonder
...Why can't I live like that?
this is beautiful. did you write it????
Yeah ... not sure where it came from lol. Writing is so weird, I can stare at a blank page for hours and not write a single word, but when I finally write something I actually like, it just sort of appears without me really thinking about it.