the end of the line

a blanket of stars

pulled over our heads

making it seem as if it’s always night

not dark

but definitely night

i am so many places at once lately

i feel like i am spread out

across miles

when all i have are feet

i am pulling this chain

of events

that must be connected to something

it gets so heavy

and i feel the tension

there must be someone else

holding on

but everything is so twisted

i can never quite tell

when things begin

and when they’re done

for all i know

it’s just me

there

on the other end of the line

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