fever or forgotten wings |
title is a quote from a pablo neruda poem entitled "poetry" |
everyone is fragile
and things are quickly moving
we don’t get enough time
“notice me.” her thoughts scream
but the strangers stream silently past.
a plume of smoke escapes her lips
with a light sigh.
a forgettable face in a broken mirror.
every snowflake is the same.
every snow is the same.
every winter is the same.
everyone is lonely.