The opinions expressed in this article are the writer’s own and do not reflect the views of Her Campus.
This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Augustana chapter.
Time in the endless pit of the vast universe
3rd away from the energy-consuming addict
7.9 Billion
Handcrafted souls upon one god, or two, or who the hell knows-
me.
Brown hair, brown eyes, brown skin
The color of the richness that was gifted upon the earth
For I was earth within a past lifetime.
Two feet, two hands, a nose, and a head
thoughts
Or more so words forming a linguistic structure of unwarranted and unsolicited advice
raging like a hurricane forming within a biological prison.
peace
Never faced, never heard, never touched, yet
always craved.
silence
Sister of peace, the only comfort granted.
It was there before I was born,
It will be there far after I am gone-
For now,
I am earth and earth is part of me