Surfacing from half-conscious thoughts...
The world around me is split in half.
Energy from 'home' verses 'where I am'...
Dueling, they are for my vision.
Senses amuck,
Confusion- Ruckus!
Sickening heat radiating off my skin...
Breathe, the thought is almost a whisper.
Inhale, the sweat sticks to my vessel.
Mentally, I'm a mess.
What language should I compute my thoughts in?
Only one. Fluent in only one.
Fluid motions blur as actions become reactions.
Everything that I do is not meant with intention.
Drunk on this sickness that takes me home.
The heat reminds me of home where the environment is dry.
Yet, I am here.
Soaking in sweat...
Part of it from sickness-
And part of it from the environment's jest.
Closing my eyes, my head begins to spin.
Set on auto-pilot, my body rummages through clumsy movements.
Words becomes suggestions and my translating sector is down.
By the time I realize the message, the conversation has turned upside down.
Dormant. All I want is to be dormant.
Try to make sense of this, later I shall.
How does my world divide when I go into 'survival mode'
Does this mean that I never left home yet I have?
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May 16 2019
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Assurgent Construction
PoesiaA poetry collection of an American Filipino. the following expresses his thoughts and emotions as he studies abroad. This is the second book in Culture Distortion.
