Thursday, 8 June 2017

Shuffles of blinding feet

It changes much, all those little things about yourself you take for granted. Those fears chafing your skin, eating at you like maggots, were you a child when you dreamt such a dream, where was your wisdom when you risked such a risk, delicious on your tongue it was, lost in translation somebody's wrong. Your right, you needed it so much ,it hurt your teeth, this weird wacky, wonderful you, a paradise for beings, a paradox for self. I laughed at your reflection that day, like the martians did, eating into your psyche, spooning your subconscious, all those numbers you counted, what are you really capable of ?