SYRE
A beautiful confusion
A story of a boy
Who chase the sun set until it chased him
A boy in a beautiful pink world
That lost his placement
Who bleed of amnesia in a case of new memory
Who travel through the mountains
To regain his memories
To remember the past,
But was troubled by words that burns his chest,
He can’t spit them out
He tries to put this words on page so he can feel like himself,
But still it feels like a reverse of him
As he tries to put them on page,
They squeeze and squeeze and he lose them.
He tries to understand the words in his heart
When he does they helps
When he doesn’t they burn.
The words are like worms,
They eat, breed and sleep
But once he managed to put them on paper
They stay still and more come
And he hopes to catch them hopefully,
So that she can see, so that we can see.
KEMBA MARK
2018
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 7:54 AM UTC
SYRE
A beautiful confusion
A story of a boy
Who chase the sun set until it chased him
A boy in a beautiful pink world
That lost his placement
Who bleed of amnesia in a case of new memory
Who travel through the mountains
To regain his memories
To remember the past,
But was troubled by words that burns his chest,
He can’t spit them out
He tries to put this words on page so he can feel like himself,
But still it feels like a reverse of him
As he tries to put them on page,
They squeeze and squeeze and he lose them.
He tries to understand the words in his heart
When he does they helps
When he doesn’t they burn.
The words are like worms,
They eat, breed and sleep
But once he managed to put them on paper
They stay still and more come
And he hopes to catch them hopefully,
So that she can see, so that we can see.
KEMBA MARK
2018
The story about a boy who chased the sun until the sun chased him.