


we live on a half-lit stage, a concrete platform..
waiting it’s grand appearance, it’s ultimate performance..
dark & light, kissed infinitely by the sun.
day becomes night, night into day- the anticipation of change, of an end, or a beginning.
the cracks in the walls take their last breath, a soft exhale of tired days…
we live in a dream of exploding hearts and hot streets.
-eileen garcia

i like it, i like it alot..
i like it, i like it alot..a great poem to think about….loved it
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