These cycles I designed
help me unravel the pieces,
to uncover what is worth my time.
For there is no love without reality.
Fear spread to all of us,
so much that we do not touch.
I realize now
the world needs you that much.
Every stroke made art,
every word we write,
brings no solace,
but you do.
Every sound I utter,
every part of me,
serves no purpose
but to be yours.
JUNE 19, 2023
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The Internet is Not Real
PoetryTinged with blue light and red eyes, to the warm of heart. Thirteen months of poetic texts and thirteen illustrations. (También en Español: El Internet NO es Real)
