dare i even breathe a breath of angry air into the universe,
just because you have a softer heart than i?
dare i even breathe a breath of angry air into the universe
just because you didn’t string words into a reality to be shared with me?
who am i to long for moments that are never coming back with such a fierce pull that i fail to open my eyes to the moments fleeting? who am i to expect a single thing from you? who am i to think that history means you and i are connected in the ways i believe we should be? who i am to feel one ounce of this? who am i to paint the world and not give everyone around me a tool by which to erase the parts they dislike?
dare i even breathe a breath of question into the universe,
least i float away?
for if i breathe even one breath,
inside my skin will lay loud empty echoing space,
and nothing else.