Hello from the past
Say’s the echo
A fading voice
A passing moment
Hello
From the past
Anything you read
It was written in the echo
But
there is something about reading
That makes us question whether time moves forward at all
There is something about art
That can make it timeless.
-C.H.
Men are drawn to her Like she is a light And they A moth They just head right towards her And then she bites them And smiles her smile which I’m not sure is a smile And they fly faster Right into her
I had a dream that I was back in High School When a school shooter started to go off. There were bullet-holes in lockers And In kids As gunshots Echoed through the halls. Everyone started screaming An
At any given time This planet Is simultaneously Having a sunset And a sunrise It just depends On where you are To see it One man stands on the edge of a cliff Watching the sunset Contemplating Steppin
