less then light

the silence of me

In the grey area of being high

I resemble myself in someone’s perspective

I feel like if I go into the world,

I gave up.

Maybe I am inside out.

I left person after person without a hand to grip to any longer

For myself.

Selflessness lost in entitlement

Tears and plan B

Rain in the wind

Everlasting dim

Rile to exist

Flee for your imagination

Be what I wanted you to be this time

Be my green star

Reviews

[Emily B]

my first thought is that it should be less than light, but then my mind wrapped itself around the less then

reaching words, trying to reconcile what is and what will be . . . the vibrations are like that this time of year