Written by Justin Eulalio


I am young, but not young enough.

I have a glow and a revolution, 

Yet I do not know ambition.

Did I spend my last glimpse of "-teen" in a box?


Shaken as always, but nothing too unique. 


Shed blankets as skin. I sleep with a fan bedside. 


Twist core. I too bend. So yet, free form.




Without the impression of fair weather, I lie. 


Tossed. I FEAR cliche. So every line is anguish. 


closer than ever to Beautiful ends. 

can I Outlast?


Contact Justin by email at justin_eulalio_thomas@yahoo.com.