Chaos
\nis what falls through your fingers
\ncatching sunshine.
\nGnats in light.
\nBubbles bursting
\nwith a silent shout.
\nA chaotic heart!
\nThe inner fathom of tears.
\nA song coming apart.
\nWhat life is.
\nThe way crumbs
\ncrumble around a plate.
\nWhether to knock
\nor not to knock,
\nto go or stay.<\/p>\n
Chaos is what we eat,
\nwhat we find,
\nthe unwritten letters of the future,
\ndying before they\u2019re read.
\nThe part of destiny
\nthat death can never own.
\nTo love your hair
\nand not some other\u2019s.
\nThe freedom of the wing
\nfalling in the air.
\nHow a vacuum
\nis a something around a nothing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Chaos is what falls through your fingers catching sunshine. Gnats in light. Bubbles bursting with a silent shout. A chaotic heart! The inner fathom of…<\/p>\n