A Journey Past Our Solar System is mostly confessional poetry of my life in the few last years, structures of a dysfunctional family, in the middle of dealing with mental illness. A tragedy in the making of my brain turning into coal, ready to burn...
Nature has its own chaos. The bristling of the wind, the slight nuances of a willow tree shifting Side to side peacefully. Tiny bugs flying around. Exposed to the pollen of the purple flowers. Drifting away suddenly out of sight Then reappearing suddenly. Out of sight out of mind. Tranquility fluttered from a butterfly.
Strange how beautifully peaceful life can look like.
But there could be wars raging on and we'd never know it.
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