A little poem I wrote at 2 o'clock in the morning. I'm actually quite proud of this one.


The world is on pause,

Those two identical lines

A perfect rest,

Before everything floods in again.

Like a blink

For one split second

Nothing is happening

Everything is forgotten

Everything just stops...

And then starts again

Breaths are caught

Stillness descends

There is peace

There is quiet

Nothing else exists

Just the weight

Holding you to earth

Your kite string

And safety net

So you can fly

But there is no chance of a fall.


Then the peace is broken,

And the world

Like an uninvited guest,

Rushes in.

The End

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