(no subject)
i know that i’m not
not the only one
that dreams,
dreaming with a blade in millions that
billions
taking in the world’s bitter at the very time its sun does
rises.
i know that i’m not
not the only one, i’m not
the only one
who-
in its daily routine
dead or alive, and buried
and visible
but always scattered because
i know that i’m not
the only one that dreams
of a bitter coated raindrop that to
me will be
enough to be a part of its
day