falling through the wormholes
spinning in the void
life is viewed in flashbacks
never quite the same

Sunday, March 28, 2010

I am

Somewhere between a man and a boy,
I exist.
In between creation and death,
I live.
In the midst of pain and sorrow,
I laugh.
Among the turmoil of my mind,
I think.
And in this cold and heartless world,
I love.

All these truths speak to me and tell me that,
I am.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

this is beautiful in its simplicity. keep writin, you've got something good!