in this world of overrated pleasures,
I watch the lilies tilt their pale necks
in hopes of the sun kissing them
back. I observe the black cat
rustling in the bushes, while the world sleeps,
slinking their paws along the brick pavement.
in this world of overrated pleasures,
I fell in love with the birds. the salty breeze.
the freckles forming on my hands & nose.
with the fact that if I had lived another life
before this one, I would've been a tree,
perhaps peach tree, letting my limbs fall
and sulk towards the soil, so tiny hands & paws
could reach for my fruit. all I would have to do
is exist & let the world love me, with peach juice
clinging to their fingers & chins.
in this world of overrated pleasures, I become
infatuated with the shrine of the world.
I step out from the darkness of human thought,
& let myself float in simplicity.
