“This is for you.”

–Lap-dropped bit of destiny

Shining in shaking fingers

Tentatively held for fear that-

The old man smiled under his

moustache, knowing that the child in his

lap would find joy in unusual places.

-everything would fall and

all the gain would prove to be mere cerebral

wisps, blown away in neuronal thunderstorm.

We hold this peculiar joy in our hearts because

we hope in the impossible.


About Leil_ish

I am restless and intensely curious about almost everything that most people don't care about.
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1 Response to Impossible

  1. abitjuakali says:

    you legit bring tears to my eyes.

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