2 years ago. December 18, 2021 at 8:47 PM
Africa on my floor
A curtain for a door
Alien in my being
Stapled to my own ceiling
I can be drunk
Like a glass of water
I can be sober
Like a plane crash
I can cry
Like a Symphony
I can laugh
Like a landslide
I can stumble and fall
Like a chance turned regret
I can dance the waltz
Like a funeral procession
It used to be colder
In the coming years
I could have been
Afraid of fears
But ive changed my outlook - inwardly
Ive become one with change
As simplicity
I can see beauty
Or a splinter in the I
I will taste this world with an ache
And choose to be
Fully alive