who is that boy peering at me from behind the door?
I see his face—jubilant and wide-eyed—but he is not me.
an avatar of beauty and potential, Captain Planet and Atticus Finch.
where did he go?
will he return?
God, I wish he would, or if not send me back to that time so I can hold on to him for dear life, tell him not to let go.
this melancholic flesh has crossed many a sea, so I ask again, when will he be me?
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