Hold my hand.

Something's amiss.
A trajectory, the dotted line from point A to point B, you can almost see it if you squint. And yet.
You know it was chaos. No B just loops and failures.
Launches after launches. A repetitive game of who misses whom.

 

Where are you? I chaosed through the skies.

 

Hold my hand. My fingers numb for I have tried not to move for so long, my sheets now feel like that blanket I used to pull to my nose, down in the mountains of childhood.

 

Hold my hand I have no childhood anymore.

Titre
Hold my hand.
Date
25 juillet 2018
Version d'origine
Twitter
Langue
English
Collections
Poèmes de twitter