marți, 3 iunie 2014


It feels so silly that I'm staying in the corner of my
mind, writing the words out of my hands,
afraid of myriapods,
that they are running the demons out 
of them,
that he is trying to cry the Pluto out
of him, but he doesn't know
he's kind of a beautiful place I would love 
to go to and just sit in a corner,
just like
wondering about how silly the world can
be, how silly to be in the world,
but not actually being from
to be asked then "Where are you from,
weirdo?", to answer easily and free
to say your home is Pluto, to say
you are from
it, to love
it, to believe 
it and not to think about how silly
is anymore.

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