Day late... ok more like a couple months

wrote this in greece on the way up the mountains.


So close you can almost breath another atmosphere
Hold your breath
Reach out to the stars
Infinity is not enough to count them all
Let them drip through your fingers
Into the sea
Don't hold on, least condensed air
Burn a scar for your soul
Restless mangled flesh
Would do good to forget
It is only awe that steals the oxygen.













I think I've lost my touch.