there grows a blue flower inside my hollow body, dominating great fragments of its existence
creating a space where being and feeling tiptoe around each other in unmeasurable distance
do I let it dry out, let my eyes bleed white the flow of crystal clear emotion
becoming one with other lonely souls that formed their tears together to an edgeless ocean
is it even worth a rotation of a comfortable life when the roots are anchored so deeply within
no ending nor beginning in sight, envious of the snake that rebirths out of its own animal skin
co-existing with my own parasites, the blue flower continues to grow
taking the possibility from my possessed body, that's left copying the violent movements as its shadow
the paths laid out in front of me are only a few
wishful voices up there suggesting themselves to create one entirely new
undiscovered and man-made, just meant for me
a stone path so extensive it leaves enough space for
the both of us to be
the departure of the blue flower from my body wavers untouchable in the sky
but I will choose to let go of its hand and lead my own way, like the cocoon is left behind from the courageous butterfly
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This poem is special to me since it started the whole idea of creating a book, so I am excited for you to read it. Always happy to hear what you think!
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The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...
