Current headspace: I wake up at 5:30am this morning, write this on my phone in about 5 mins, then go back to sleep. Go figure. Think I'll call it Chaos Theory. Seems apt somehow... There's a season for the sun And a season for the rain There's a season to have fun And a season… Continue reading Chaos Theory
Category: Poetry
Between
There are these moments where It feels as though breath is caught, Like the road runner’s old adversary, You’ve found the nothing beneath your heels, And you wonder if you ran too far, Beyond lore's solid bluff, To tread in angels' steps Until you reach home.
Micah Yongo 