Where I'm I?
It's a place inside, misty and euphoric, it's where the norm become incomprehensible.
It's where I listen to my soul.
It's a place in my mind.
You don't see me spinning? I'm spinning, like a hulla hoop, until it drops, then I stop begrudgingly, then I ask:
'is oblivion more tasteful?'
We breath, we breath in boredom and despair. You know, I can't stand it here.
You don't know, I'm pained.
Uncertainty and confusion consumes me - my long time friends. It's the thrill, the appeal, wandering and finding missing puzzles, it's what keeps me away from insanity.
I'm sane in a place I call my own. It's not yours to touch, it's far from harm and shame. It's an escape to oblivion.
A place where there is no day, nor night, and the sun neither shines nor fades.
A place of eccentricity.
A place where I ache to be.
It's a place in my mind.
Don't wake me up.
YOU ARE READING
Peeling clementine
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written this year. I wrote most of them at night, whilst the rest of the world was fast asleep. At night my brain seems to be more active, it's when I start to question everything. In this book you'll find themes s...
