18 yr old me is numb to most things
the ocean is a puddle too small to splash in
the sky is a Styrofoam ceiling with a bunch of water damage
death is an afternoon nap
and love is a chemical induced illusion
I am too old to cry
and much too young to be this empty
I am too old to believe when someone says I will be ok
and I'm too young to make these decisions
but I guess this is real life.
Oh, and people keep giving me advice
but it all sounds like they're telling me to flap my arms as I fall out of the sky
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Black Mystic Rising
PoetryPoetry about Hoodoo, mystism, black life and politics. It's hard to have religion without politics and damn near impossible to have religion without magic. Started this 7years ago