I'd rather
sway in the paradox waltz of myself, alone–
dance in the caleidoscope mazes; forlorn,
than mind where my big, dream-shaped steps intervene with yours–
those reality-driven conformist labels, your god-fearing pose;
keep track of all the nuances we're intermingling with,
just to make you comfortable.
I'd rather be
my forever overdose.
© fey (11/05/25)
May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 6:37 AM UTC
I'd rather
sway in the paradox waltz of myself, alone–
dance in the caleidoscope mazes; forlorn,
than mind where my big, dream-shaped steps intervene with yours–
those reality-driven conformist labels, your god-fearing pose;
keep track of all the nuances we're intermingling with,
just to make you comfortable.
I'd rather be
my forever overdose.
© fey (11/05/25)
