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Ash
I wish I could capture the dreaminess of it all.
Milkshakes.
The night haze and the smoke.
I long to listen to a song
In a language
That I do not understand
But feel all the same.
I wish I could catch these fireflies.
Neon lights.
The moths and butterflies.
I long to write
The best poem of my life
Maybe under this desperation,
Maybe beneath a new freedom.
Tears are familiar.
And I learned that when you get acquainted with death
There are less things to be afraid of.
There is a coldness,
A numbness,
In place of fear.
But I fear.
I fear being loved...
And loving.
I fear reaching my dreams,
I fear failing.
I fear that once I step out to live again,
I'll end up dead again.
And nine, eight, seven, six, five...
The cats here wish to howl.
Good god, I am tired.
Milkshakes.
The night haze and the smoke.
I long to listen to a song
In a language
That I do not understand
But feel all the same.
I wish I could catch these fireflies.
Neon lights.
The moths and butterflies.
I long to write
The best poem of my life
Maybe under this desperation,
Maybe beneath a new freedom.
Tears are familiar.
And I learned that when you get acquainted with death
There are less things to be afraid of.
There is a coldness,
A numbness,
In place of fear.
But I fear.
I fear being loved...
And loving.
I fear reaching my dreams,
I fear failing.
I fear that once I step out to live again,
I'll end up dead again.
And nine, eight, seven, six, five...
The cats here wish to howl.
Good god, I am tired.
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