Tuesday, 6 October 2015


We seem to have issues with the infinite
because we don’t like to have multiple versions
of ourselves on display.
We like facts and specifics and
we hang x-rays on the walls.

I could probably fit the nearby stars inside our
bedside cabinet and shove the moon in the bath
for safe-keeping somehow -
but as I squint into the distance I’m not sure
what to do with all of that black, non-empty space.
I can’t possibly explore it all. 

It makes me sort of nervous
and I guess that that’s ok.


1 comment:

  1. After watching a video by Essena O'Neil, I was inspired to post this as my facebook status yesterday: I think I thought I had to be a lot of things and it's scary to know that I don't actually have to be anything. So, how do I just... be. I don't know how to be.

    I have this image in my head of getting lost after cutting myself off from these self-made reference points. Lost is space? This poem is really getting me. Thank you x.