Andrés Garcia

Feathers in the wind

What are words if not feathers in the wind

the world could end right now

mountains crumbling from top to bottom

I could say I love you

weigh it down upon you

like an ape on an ant

heavy like a heart in angst

The earth would still shatter at our feet

an ocean of fire burning our core

into oblivion we go

our souls floating like feathers in the wind.