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Through the sky

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its not about being owned.
its about being in something so tangible,
so fucking real that everything else just disintegrates.
where the only space that matters,
is measured by clouds of breath.

its about calling something yours.
that skin, that hair, that touch,
that feeling
just living in it;

its about knowledge.
knowing that no divide can
truly pull you apart.
knowing that no being can
measure up
to the amount that you love
someone in that instant
at that moment in time.

“i don’t believe that anybody
feels the way i do about you now.” – Wonderwall, Oasis


Written by priya.balraju

October 19, 2010 at 11:48 pm

Posted in Poetry