the heart aches for winter,
the body for summer,
and the mind for divinity.
temporary statuses is what we truly long for,
the feeling of food in your stomach,
the feeling of sun on your shoulders,
the feeling of a hand in your own,
the feeling of wings placed on your back.
i wish for divinity more than i wish for humanity.
i wish for the sharpness of teeth over the
comforting chill of fall.
i wish for the ache of wings on my back
more than i wish for the humanity in art.
humanity is subjective,
divinity more so,
i am both,
i am neither,
i am the quick running of a stream,
and i am the clouds that yell,
and i am the pencil marks on a school wall,
and i am not truly human.
-icarus
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an idiots guide to life; how to survive the badlands of wyoming
Poetrythe slightly deranged ramblings of a teenage trans guy living in wyoming there's no overarching theme but there sure is a lot of dogs, horses, and god(s) . i do not know what i am talking about 97% of the time mostly posted chronologically in order...
