the written paradigm [a collection of poetry]

day 10

life

my mind meanders during the later hours.

it questions everything it meets.

the word around me is a constant inquiry,

a working organism in itself.

it breathes as i breathe.

i breathe in fire, it breathes out ash.

i breathe in life, it breathes out death.

our breaths are even with time.

a ying and yang paradox of sorts.

maybe that's all i'm meant to do,

report to the world my own paradigm,

grant the world another set of eyes.

us humans are evaluated heavily;

until our rawest forms are exposed.

but maybe it's necessary,

this is life, after all.