just something i found amazing

    If the boy who draws

    lets you look over his shoulder.

    If the poet

    smiles

    and shows you her words.

    If the girl who sings for the shower only,

    hums a song

    in front of you.


    Know that you’re no longer a person

    but the air

    and dust

    that fills their lungs.


    When the world perishes,

    and all things cease to exist,

    you’ll remain inside an ink stain,

    a paint brush,

    a song.

    — Alaska Gold