6 februari 2015

To create is to destroy.

If the boy who draws
let’s you look over his shoulder.

If the poet smiles
and shows you her words.

If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song in front of you.

Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air and dust
that fills their lungs.

When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
Alaska Gold

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