math class

[CW - suicide-ish]

One of these days

he’ll find the colors in the eyes of the world.

he will not be scared to drown in the flood that consumes them;

Sleep no more

will be a line in a play—

forgotten and relearned

but never belonging to him—never overstaying its welcome

Suns will rise

and he will no longer get burned in the fire,

The swell and singe will be encouraged and he will not choose between a sword

and a pair of wings