Thursday, 6 May 2010


I caught a glimpse of the colour in my reflected tear, and it looked like wounded moonlight,


This is hurt, I thought,

This is pain,

This is loss,

This separates the atoms from the flesh,

You look up at the world, away from yourself,

And you know not who you are,

Or what you're made of,

You are just a feeling,

Just a spark,

Like that infinite second before a match catches light,

This is all you are.

1 comment:

rxkitten said...

This is beautiful and so true, it actually made me cry. x