"If the boy who draws
let’s you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you. Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs. When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song."
let’s you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you. Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs. When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song."
— Alaska Gold (via osendentelle)
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