#basedpoetry

Mistakes have been made (by who?) and the totality of tumblr spends its time gazing into the nape of a titan's neck; finding it impossible to meet eyes, but hoping with the same impulse that sometimes emerges standing at a height voices pointed quietly out into the velvet sky

when something happens we can't make any decision but to continue even though our words won't reach the other end of the continent or answer the cries of others-- I tried and so do the rest. Isn't that sufficient? A small amount of hope?

All that can be said of the youth of today amounts to a single gesture, arms raised and body tilted back into an exasperated pose Gravity is winning; gravity always wins.