It's liberating, the dust no longer
leaking from the corners of my lips.
It's fascinating, how one good day
can make you pray it stays this way.
I hum practically anything that
gives me wisdom.
And I thought, particularly, that
this one wasn't indigo.
But gradually, I snap back to
my own reality and I ask myself-
why didn't I think of those words?
perhaps I'm not as original as I
thought.
I feel the obligation to give you
the best I got
but give me a moment, I'll bring it last
not until I rest my eyes, rewatching my past.
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Self Taught Reality | a poetry book
PoesiaPoetry books aren't that popular here but that should change, so I'm giving it a go. Writing is all I do besides school so poems are the only way I've found works to pour all the painfully abstract thoughts out of my head. I hope someone out there...
