Liquefy me. I want freedom.
Set me half- free.
Free to express myself a little,
So I don't lose my mind.
Set me fully free, and you might lose your mind.
It's too much.
I have a burden.
Get it off my chest.
I have a list of things to do unapologetically.
Freedom, when painting some find it, others when singing, others when they scream out loud in empty fields.
Freedom, by writing, I find it.
Love and fear are what I feel for it.
What can it reap?
And, can you, and I, and them handle it?
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...
