the afternoon sun is warm,
but i still have chills.
my body is draped across a chair,
yet i am still tense.
this cynicism makes no sense.
you want this utopia,
so you can be the exception.
you want to be sad,
just to be able to strive for love.
i want to meet the earth, and the stars, and maybe even the god above.
1 comment:
hm. interesting. it would be cool to know who you were talking to.
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