i attend a funeral every day
you heard it right i attend a funeral every day
and every night nostalgia turns the present into a parasite
bitten fingernails and soles dancing to the rhythm of concerned sounds
love stabs you until there's no bleeding and at the park i throw a plastic smile at a child while it looks at me and frowns
it wears soiled clothes and i walk on soiled shards
you cannot make a home out of tents so i pathetically break down in my house of cards
who was the original wanderer that wandered the blazing trail of low spirits
i walk through a burnt field and fire blazes plume of smoke roses and no limits
and i cannot scream my own name because the sounds start screeching
and freedom is never fully free since loneliness will never be too far to not be far-reaching
to this funeral i wear white
to say farewell to the child no longer being able to smile since funerals take place in my mind
and i attend a funeral every day
i felt it in my mind to keep entity away
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The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...
