Cheers to us
Cheers to everything we could be
Everything we can be
Everything we already are
Our moon, such a wondrous
Sliver of light
The universe’s hand on my knee
Saying we will be
As I sit and write of the simplicity of a moth’s path
Flying on your shoulder
To never forget this orbit
When we are our own gravity
Not an asteroid
Nor a brief and cataclysmic event
An empty glass of whiskey and a cigarette stained mask of confidence I so much prefer the fire you light
Destroy the world and make it better
Our own galaxy
Alone
With everyone
Cheers to us
Cheers to everything we create
Time isn’t wasted
Even the moon eventually dies
Ancient monuments and arcane embellishments
We need no exaggeration
Let’s sit under broccoli trees
Without excuse
Because this is our one life
You can do it all on your own but
Cheers to us on this beautiful night.
Cheers to you.
About the Creator
Elijah B Torn
Elijah has been working as an award-winning Global Executive Creative Director at an international music agency.
Torn has has been working on his first novel and has written for TapeOp, Ad Age, Branding Mag and The Next Web.
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In a dense and snowy wood, an Owl perched itself on an old oak. The tree was unique and historic but the Owl knew nothing of this. It only mattered that this particular tree was sheltered from the wind and camouflaged by the tree’s mottled bark. Past a gnarled branch was the only break in the dense forest; a frozen oasis with a fresh ripple of a spring that thawed the corner of the ice. He sat and waited in a timeless state provided by the winter haze. He felt little purpose as his dense armor of feathers collected snow.
By Elijah B Torn4 years ago in Fiction
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