Intuition
Knowing
What you don't know
That you know
Instantly
Parabola
Of
Consciousness
Am I suppose to Know?
Or Care?
Or?
I can't Breath
That Hope
Anymore
It's Too
Heavy
And Old
And Stale
And...
Boring...
Bye Bye Shackles
I'm opting for a
Truth Bracelet

The idea
That every single person
Is worthy
Of respect
Is so simple

And yet
Why do we find
A million and more reasons
To fight this truth?

In the wake
of your words,
the embers burn.
Feelings, thoughts, my ideas of you
smolder all around.
And I'll toss your ashes to the wind.
Maybe you'll
resurface again.

I'm walking but I don't know where to,
It's a winding road that I've been on for what seems like years.
Lay down to rest my head, give my body to nature.
Stuck in the soil, sprouting slowly, but the rain comes and the lightning strikes.
I'm dead, but what's the difference?
I didn't stand a chance anyway.
Reborn; a cloud in the sky, I'm forming a tornado, touching ground, rapidly spinning and destroying everything in my path,
I'll gather everything around me and tear it up, drop it and dissipate.
I just want to be pure