Tuesday, 12 March 2013


everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
and everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but

nothing is infinite,
not even loss.

you are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.

-Finn Butler

5 comments:

Rose said...

There aren't words.

Dramatis Persona said...

What an amazing and so relatable poem! I wish I wrote like that :D.

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Emily said...

That is beautiful.

Beautiful.

Thank you, Jenni.

Dramatis Persona said...

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-DP:)

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