to be honest-
things start to fall into some randomness
no-but they line together without awareness
is it the reflection of my own race or is it a mess?
i can never know-
as i can never relate to what i saw
it is not better if it turns into a sorrow
what can i do to make sure of tomorrow?
here i put all the hidden question marks-
here i put the curiosity that was well kept in the dark-
but what for do i let them flicker under the lights of my city-
for my sanity or for the sake of my dream's gravity?
my confusion drives me-
crazy
-gc
[the treasure mark]
written in august 6th, 2017
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august.
Poetry4 weeks, equal 31 days, equal 744 hours, equal 44,640 minutes, equal 2,678,400 seconds, equal 1 month. aloha, august ----- i write one poetry everyday until the end of august :) lowercase intended! ;) copyright @ghxxna cover by @ghxxna
