moving on
it’s saddening
when other’s
dreams
play out
before your eyes
while you sit——
idle, stagnant
somehow managing
to breathe
when i sit
to write
or to read
i think about
the iraqi graffiti
reading:
“we’ve got our
deepest hopes
tattooed on our
eyelids; so
when we sleep
we speak
fireworks”
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i love that quote. the image of vibrant fireworks juxtaposed against war and turmoil was a perfect choice