Humanity
The land is ours,
The sea is ours,
Everything but the stars is ours,
And soon we’ll lasso them like horses.
The land is ours,
The sea is ours,
Everything but the stars is ours,
And soon we’ll lasso them like horses.
My heart is open: Pumping blood — spilling love into my veins. A river courses through me. My eyes are dry although inside I cry from the pains of yesterday. My eyes are open: Colours in sight — breed
I sit at the screen and breathe — In and out. Blasé is a feeling that’s deep. It’s not sadness per say, It’s numbness. It’s this looming hole inside of me That never heals. That aches Thinking someone