Sad Labels:
clarity
,
frailties
,
math
,
sad poems
,
sad poetry
,
uncertainty
touch punctuates our skin. as we stumble through its the stale revisions.
stories better left for another day.time parses our expectations. as we fumble with the knots in voices.
hungry machines left to idle again.
love pulls on the zippers beneath our flesh. unexpectedly opening concealed entrances.
awakening dormant monsters.
distance gathers its decimals. as we surrender to the lingering equations.
trust solves for the remainder.
Just what I needed. Thanks AP! Like math, you are indestructible.
thanks!
I have been following you for more than 15years. You shaped my life. I’m now 33. I’m from Nigeria. Thanks Atom or whatsoever name you’d be called.
that's sweet of you to say. i hope you continue to enjoy my words for as long as i'm able to produce them. and i wish you all the best in your life and your creative pursuits.
may i ask why the site has been so important to you?
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