I went home to no home, now I'm stacking sticks to try and be me a little.
Mask on because I'm worried these people might see me as little.
I panic in a clam way so life treats me no different.
I move the same even when the movements are different.
I'm trying to be me even when being me feels distant.
Roaming around the galaxy.
Waiting to crash, to orbit, to float...
Waiting for answers.
Waiting to wait.
YOU ARE READING
Beyond
PoetryThoughts and ideas that go beyond the norm. Words that together sum questions and answers to what we see each day. Beyond what we question and imagine. Through the works of poetry collaboratively an expression of what I imagine beyond what I truly s...
