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i feel like this sometimes
feedback appreciated


February 23, 2019


i feel small when i look at the sky
angry with my eyes for the inability to

swallow it all, but then again
"it's all in my head"

it's all in existence
and as to that, the world is hopeless

i remember, vividly, the days that i
enjoyed the tick of graying rain

on white windowsills, or else
smiled when the daffodils parted lips, revealing

butter-yellow petals kissing their pistils
and every day i hugged my mother

because i loved her in herself
her hair like dust as she swept it past her ears

her glasses tinkling on her nose.
but it was gone

when i looked at the sky 
thought of the galaxies

the dew-colored stars destructed fragments
of the worlds that once were

the infinities, raging
beyond the blindness of the eye

because we are small
and looking at the rainwater i can't imagine––

it must have come from meteors
two billion years ago

and they must have crossed the universe
to get to us

and i don't know why, but that really just


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  • ghostlyglory

    oh this hurts :,) i really really love the second stanza - the transition from describing the daffodils to the speaker's mother put something warm in my stomach <3

    7 months ago
  • rosemarywisdom

    Wow, this piece is deep and beautiful <3

    7 months ago
  • nezi_nes

    That's really interesting. I've never felt hurt per se by looking at the stars, but I guess that is another totally valid perspective. I like the couplet structure, it brings a lot of emphasis on the words and emotions.

    7 months ago