UFOs and the mystery
of the soft glow coming from elsewhere;
do you think
they
are out there?
Somewhere among the stars
and planets
and somewhere in the abyss, the void,
are we really
Alone?
I don’t think we could be-
after all, what are the odds
that this ceiling is empty?
I am not a tragic ending or a storm below the stirring Earth, I am not your empty vessel nor am I a glass of dirt. I have never been full...
Belonging is difficult and sometimes a battle on a field littered with bones. Those of us who never got a say in this destiny lay...
Fragments of myself fell off until I had lost them all, I had lost the soul until I was nothing but a performing shell- I had forgotten...
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