The fleeting things always last longer than the eternal ones. It is the glimmer in your eyes that I will always chase, and not the dull look of mine in the mirror, though the latter I can stare at every morning. I am allured by possibility but not by probability, because dreaming is easy while existence is hard, and trying to do both results in me collapsing and merging with the floor. I yearn, and my mind makes searching motions, but in my body my hand reaches weakly for the pen still not dried of ink.
written by me, @-rainii_sky- on 2/11/26 #poem #poetry #writing ┆ ┆ ┆ ┆ ┆ ┆ ┆ ࣪ ˖☆ ࣪⭑┆ ݁˖ .☆ . ݁ ˖ ☆⊹ ࣪ ┆ ˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ★ ⋆.˚ ⊹ ࣪ ࣪ ˖⋆˚★ ₊ ⊹ ࣪˖ ࣪ ₊ ࣪ ˖ . ݁ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ࣪ ˖ . ݁ ݁ .
