We want to mirror
the ideal self
that itches
our persona.
Cross that.
We ought to be what we eat
what we wear
what we drive
what we have
what we think.
We need to be what we are.
We ought.
We need.
We must.
We should.
We could.
Stop.
Just be.
Don't teach yourself how
or why
or when
or what.
Just be.
We are taught to be,
but don't.
Don't allow a foreign thought
reach
the crevice of your mind
that remains
so dearly
preserved.
Just be.
Fly there, angel.
Just be.
Please.
For me.
We lack originality
in humanity.
We are taught to be
what we can't be.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
How I Became The Sea
Poesia♡ ♛ Digest your pain and build your mansion For it will all be gone when your dreams diminish Into something as beautiful as you ♛ ♡