I walked on the clouds, barefoot
adapted all sorts of societal
phenomena,

the ability of humankind to
fathom pain was put into my senses
bundled up in paintings
manufactured into sheets of canvas,

I turn my eyes into mirrors
two big words
I'M SORRY

sometimes I wonder why I falter
to this day I'm on my tiptoes seeking the
peek of light
but all there was was darkness in pieces

how can I not feel flippant about the
things I can comprehend
disturbingly harsh and loud
certainly of great magnitude

but all I dreamt of was running