life?

life?

a flower plucked
...from it's source
so beautiful

..fragrant and
colorful
every second

another second closer
to wilting

and we
....ahhh
such a beautiful
Bouquet

born
...plucked from her/his
source

start the clock ticking

breathe

breathe

tick...tick...tick

so
...beautiful


Life
.

nouns are just fillers

.

running...

..dirty disheveled

avoiding the hot gazes

..of those on high horses

and others resting on their laurels

I turn around

outofbreath

..and yell at the top my lungs

God has no use

.....for nouns

.