Saturday, September 27, 2014

Bubbles Stuck Under Stickers

A light like this is never gone
It is
But it made its mark
The air we breathe has an imprint

Think about space
And how everything takes it up

So even once it is gone
It remains like a bubble

Where it was

The envelope that you take up
Is filled with only yourself
So how does it fill right back up
Just because you remove yourself

Riley Welch

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