soul earthquakes

fate. passion. destiny. love.
life.
all big words, like giant balloons in the sky
and they too are full of air
lots
of empty fucking flying air molecules,
they cause reactions that can be electric
instant, like wire connections with your swiss bank
chocolate
empty, soul, foot, pain
everyone has a pulse, check yours
especially after a poetry mars bar warms you up
pulse
big words can’t measure it
big headlines can sensationalize but not cement it
soul
earthquakes
try to destroy the scale, but every time it measures them anyway,
somewhere richter is smiling.
forever
i need more than eternal love to make poetry with a pulse inside itself
i need substance.