Dust. A poem.

Billions of microscopic particles coalescing in the infinite. The void in my heart, a macrocosm blessed with spacial vertigo, engulfing the dust of reason and goodwill. Pearl pinpoints provide minimal illumination to highlight my hope and perspicacity. I float amongst the atoms, dreaming of dark gravity bending light to fulfil my dreams. Would you likeContinue reading “Dust. A poem.”