Running

By Sophia S

It’s been a while

pen and paper lost and tattered

all-soaked like all-thing

arguments of men before my very eyes

where was i

my thoughts scrambled by the wind

lightning hasn’t struck me yet

but i can tell that it's getting close

the air smells of loneliness

i wish it smelled of strawberries

strawberries like mulberries

like david lynch

like moving pictures

like death trapped in glass and amber

flies forever flies

time tempered time

breath in out 

whoosh!