it’s said time will end one day or night as if it now exists which i don’t think it does because
it has no substance, isn’t subject to change therefore, so. tho it’s true i’ve no formal learning . but a hunch my instinct is good.
when i fell in love i didn’t know what to do & couldn’t think because everything was just you know
& i didn’t know where i was or when, & some days i was like No. & other days was just, omg
, Joy & half understood what it is to walk
on the moon. the world is miracle
but you shakin yr heads like it’s, impossible.
balloon, something you invent; figment. idea i think –
one day you’re gone & never was & violins don’t begin to tell it.
i hope these butchered words do.