I am flighting
But you're flighty
Forever flittering at my fingers
Forcing forever back to for-never
For failure
For futures free of fun proof living
For flapping
Until i forget how to
Fly
You say I want to hold your breath
Breathe your steps
Soak up your sand
Count your grains of nonsense
You are full of it
Full of forgetting
Full of how to
Full of fights lost
For flights cost
More than I was ever willing to pay
Break me
Cash me in
Tell me my worth
I am worthless
I am worth this
Thought of thinking
This thought of throwing
Thimbles of protection
Thanks of never-lasting
Towards your thought bubble
I am bursting
I am cursing
I am wishing
For failure
For futures free of fun proof living
For flapping
For forever flittering at my fingers
Forcing forever back to my for-never
Until i forget how to
Fly
la·cu·na: n. An empty space or a missing part; a gap
My Lacuna
Writing is my passion. It always has been and i hope it always will be. It is my lover that never walks out, but stands firmly as my tears are leaked onto my keyboard. It never grows weary of my words, but listens softly as i write my own beginnings and complete my own ends. It is my soft release when things get rough and my happy smile when i just want to talk. But school essays and newspaper poetry can only be stretched so far, so this blog shall become my source for all things real. For the touching of the intangible. For the stretching of ideas and the creation of new ones. It will be a reflection of my life and all the things i live for. It will be the missing piece to my writing and my inspirational gap to fill. It is my lacuna, feel free to step inside.
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