Wind calling me out, To fly high to its tune. But the world’s paideia knocking me down, To that unilluminated bootless impression. Can I just glide to that jingle? Or can I just trap myself in that bootless breeze? Where the oxygen throttles me, Choking my esophagus, Occluding me in awe of the world. Oh! […]Read more "Freedom"
From dancing to the tune of my dreams, To day dreaming in those sensations. Prioritizing it over all, Oh god! Was that fortuitous entry indispensable? Losing my brain like nut-bolts, And reprioritizing my sensibilities. Priorities had lost it’s own track, Creating a twin track. Placing the interim affection above all, A sly, manipulative him mania […]Read more "Priorities"