Grant me wings, and i will soar..

And these thoughts will weigh me down
reigning its confounded head

a feather that crossed the eye
drifting
nestling against my foot
staining it again, yet again
unwanted accomplice
you are

bellow to the winds. may they bear you hence
my spirit is my might is my strength
disappear wane collapse
let the stones remain in their crevices.
i shan’t

college is depressing.

…so melancholic i can’t think, can’t write….