horizon
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Let's watch the horizon together,
From this crumbling rooftop, we built ourselves on.
Let our legs dangle over the breathing city disasters,
let them swing back and forth,
like a metronome-keeping rhythm.
Just beyond the horizon, I say. Just beyond the horizon,
And then, I will reach you,
And then, I will be able to hug you again,
And then, I will finally be able to breathe again,
The page screams out
A faintly blinking blank screen in front
Of the pale face of the writer.
She stares with list
Disappointment at her failure to subsist on the great words of those
The horizon,
So close to me
Yet so far
Away fro my reach
The horizon,
Just like dreams
Just like hopes
Only a mirage
The horizon,
Once reached
The soft sand warms her like a blanket
A cool breeze flows through her hair
The waves splash and smooth her spirit
She views the horizon with love and care
His face was like looking at time itself
Everything moving froze in his wake
A chilling daze spread throughout his cheek
As if one had now crossed over his own cemetery
His nose was curved up into a vicious beak
You are an ocean of mystery: inexplainable, inexplicit, infinite
I read somewhere that 95% of the ocean is unexplored
“Eyes turning red, focus on high.
All signs of life, going black.
Pulses dropping, breathing slowing.
Creatures running in search of flesh.
Screams are heard, from the distance.
I stand upon the endless shore,
Gazing at the great beyond,
Soaking every open dream it holds,
Hearing its endless song.
