Each day ends the same
I live on the edge of the cliff. I look into the blue sky. I couldn’t care less for the earth, The dirt that has stained me. So I let this world turn And drown itself in sleep, But it takes me everywhere, And I stay well within it. Looking out into nothing, Each day ends the same; The sun goes down, I take a breath, And hold it too deep. -Khushi Kaul
