Where were you
this time
where were you
when I was on fire
and climbing
for the sun?
Where were you
when I was
everything that shattered,
everything brittle,
everything gone?
What I want
more than anything
is to take a breath
and grab hold of the sky.
Even now
I would
take you with me.
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About Catastrophe Jones
Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.