The second worst poem I ever wrote

Something strawberry in the air
innocent freckles smile
slow-motion wind in her hair
innocent as a child
like pink cotton candy
it’s stuck in my mind
the memory of
when she left me behind…


“The desire for a strong faith is not the proof of a strong faith, rather the opposite. If one has it one may permit oneself the beautiful luxury of skepticism: one is secure enough, fixed enough for it.” – Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols


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