❝ I feel like the seams that hold the shape of me together will
gently unravel through the holes in my spirit and
let me drift away in pieces beyond the sky into
space that seems infinite to our superbly limited minds for
all things have an end and a beginning and I know I
will be forever lost in the overarching great lack between
things of light and fire and magnitude and weight and
space negative and free and absent and I
will be an insignificant free-wheeling speck
u n t e t h e r e d ❞
sumayyah writes poetry...
...because sometimes she Feels Things™ and then has to scribble those Feelings down so she can get them out of her head and move on with her day.