As I traverse the road
As I sail through sea
wind on my face, hair back
grin on my face, getting backtracked.

As I traverse the road
As I sail through sea
wind's there, no waving hair
moonlight off the skull, giving glare.

As I traverse the road
As I sail through sea
stiff joints, drifting BMI
monotonous monochromatic life.

As I traverse the road
As I sail through sea
colors faded, cinder remains
butterfly butchered, moth's reign.

You call me "honey"
you call her "honey"
you call us "honey"
are we a hive
ready to be plundered
a treat to be
ripped apart
dismantled
feasted on
did you think we
would we all taste
so sweet on the tongue
did you think
none of us
would sting

©KNL

It came back.
After all my attempts against, and all my fiercely believed immunity, it came back
Surrounded me with instinct-clear, instant-clear physiological reaction that told me in the wordless way the body talks to the concious mind:
this is true.

Aristotelian resilience against a story with no winners or happy endings.

And then it left again, as it always does. As It should be.
A wake of hardly remembered pain, and some fuzzy ideals holding me together, barely worth the name.

If
I'm a song
You're my Chorus,
When the day starts with
Good mood and good thought
You're my beginning of a new world.

Everyday losing myself
Each and every time
And with you I'm remembering
The way I'm.

In the sunlight
Move to its rhythm
And welcome to home,
And holding in between your arms
Feeling this
The path is meant for me
To continue feelings with each
And every pieces on it.