The earth pulls us toward it.
The sky beckons.
Do you remember the time when you felt the breeze?
Do you notice the beat in your temples?
Why beneath my skin do I grow and differ from my essence?
What is death but a thousand moments?
A life to live that no one wants.
What happened to the will to stand upon thy feet?
To crawl to the mountaintop and scream injustice.
To love life, the only thing eternal.
The frustration one faces left with nothing but an eraser.