we are

rebmasters

We are Friday, we are the boom, the noise,
the crowds, the rush, the glittering excess.
We are the breath that catches, the heaving heart, the decadent desire.

We are the risk taken, the callous lack of care, stepping without seeing.
We are the devilish dark, the delicious dawn, the flickering of flames.
We are sunlight filtered through blue, purple & orange candied clouds.

We are the free, the bliss, the soft serenity,
alive alive alive.

'How strange it is to be anything at all,'
how sweet it is to be nothing at all.

  • Author: rebmasters (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 29th, 2021 12:47
  • Category: Unclassified
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