My Comforter

The fabric of time is woven of our spot sized lives

The fabric of time.
Is woven of dreams and tears,
wishes, hopes and fears.

A pattern is born
From a worldly catastrophe.

That pretty flower
on your bedspread,

that was 9/11.

And that main picture
right there.

That was the creation of
the universe.

Everything may be relative,

but at the same time,
everything changes,

because something else
already changed.
 

Author's Note

i like this one ^^