everything is finite.
sometimes i wish i had a strong voice.
or a strong desire. a drive.
you know. motivation, to bring me past this current state of floating.
i need to help something or someone,
i want to have intuition,
to feel it in my gut.
brown headed school children,
flee from their mothers,
and turn into moths,
flying listlessly,
until they are devoured,
by the city that wasn't.
1 comment:
Right now you're helping yourself so that you can help others/do good in the future. I mean, yeah, the world needs more people investigating bat poop.
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