The lights went on
Just when I thought there was no more flow.
It striked without a warning from the stars
Or a whisper from the moon
Maybe hey..
You're still alive
Growing inside
Porcelain on the outside.
Thoughts swimming without direction.
Acts of shyness
Comfort in the old skin
Dying to shed away.
The sea is full of fish
Waiting to be rescued
Drowning in their own imagination.
Hiding their dependence of
Their need for
Water.
Doing magic tricks to eachother
See who can give more water to the other
Or who can collect the most
When it's all around them.
It striked again
From the source
Reality call.
YOU ARE READING
The path to self
PoesíaThese poems are about self ownership. Rising above limitations by diving inside the ocean of the psych and meeting with source; the self.
