I was conceived somewhere in the short breaths between ice and Air,
I whispered to the oceans that I have vibed with,
I have Tides inside my soul,
boulevards that sway to the coming wind,
each day I Rise before I fall back into myself,
into the dark depths of my soul, the frozen lake in my head,
lightly I attempt to tiptoe across but the constant sound of cracking below reminds me of the monsoons and jungle ahead,
and the Native Sun howls through the thorns and Vines,
a reminder of my weaknesses,
A reminder of my power.
Trivial conversation pieces for the young at heart. Utopia or Oasis for tired CONFUSED CRANIUMS!
Saturday, March 26, 2016
I am water
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