slur

you can’t tell me it’s nothing. not when it’s like this.

there are no walls high enough.

you know that.

i’ll climb them all, anyway.

you know that.

there’s this empty space that hovers between now

and

when.

do you think it matters how many sunsets and sunrises there will be? how many new moons and full moons and slivers of moons we’ll see?

do you think it matters what clouds pass over our heads? how much rain falls or how fast the wind blows or how many stars appear each night? do you think it matters if the grass is green or greener or if there is no grass at all?

if we see a hundred rainbows today or none at all. if we speak two hundred languages, or none at all.

if all the days pass one by one, so slowly, or so fast…

do you think it matters?

build your walls. watch me climb. don’t forget, i’ve spent years behind mine.

2 Replies to “slur”

thoughts?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s