Devenir Trop Grand

 

My mind –
A bizarre collection
Of misfit pieces.

You are the illusion
I never wish to break.
A false nirvana,
A dead star.

A trap.
A home.
A ceaseless fallacy.
The salvation of the desperate.

Perhaps, you are
the wings I cannot outgrow.
The nonexistent warmth,
I could never live without.

Devenir trop grand.

devenir

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