Oct 24, 2017
I don't belong
Fluid dreams, vivid memories, like a kaleidoscope in front my eyes, as I press my left eye harder to seep into, the derilium of ecstasy, green and joyous, I gulp the last of my drying saliva inside my stomach, and close both the eyes and open my arms, to leave what I have and reach where I don't belong, because where I belong, I don't know, but perhaps, belongingness is something, I should move on from and just be..........