I woke up on the wrong planet
a sphere in outer space
nothing feels the same
the change of the hour takes an eon
the hands of the clock tick with anxiety

all color drains away before my eyes
every fractal is showered with the absence of hue
bleached black
bonded to an illusion
the void is never filled
a father caresses his daughter's cheek
I watch in complacency

lassoed by the perception
the inclination to rise above
flying to the bottom of this mysterious plane
these planetary winds are not suited for my lungs
the celestial body of my own no longer belongs to me

destined to be great
I have fallen flat in the center of this terra firma
foreigner in a new world
higher and higher
I fall to the point of no return
until I reach the edge of this stratosphere
to escape the fray
too high

for you it feels the same
born into the dynasty of the heavenly craters
from the violet
you are swallowed by blood and gold
lacuna is your shame
nothing but the same
all the same
stuck to the repetitive movements of the tide

I woke up in a memory
a tear in outer space
uncharted territory
but a too familiar site
it is too silent here
I miss the dissonance of home
I miss the touch of Mother Nature
closer yet further from Father Time

I woke up on the wrong planet
wrapped up in a lie
and now there is nothing more
but only you and I

Where is the manual on life?
Is there one I wasn't informed of?
That says you have to be a certain way?

That you have to be
Perfect?
Normal?
The same?

Because I didn't get one

new year
new beginnings
it's supposed to be a fresh start
but what if it's just
the same
on repeat?
we still bleed,
a new year but it's bittersweet.