The sky is blue and birds swim through clouds made of sea foam,
Fish fly with wings made of scales and fins,
Dogs and cats and every animal in between, a world full of opposites and I’m right at home,
A odd world indeed, Alice saw the strange and wonderful as I do in all living things,
I don’t know if I’m grounded or if I’m floating, swimming to join the fish and birds,
But life is cruel, yet a beautiful mystery upon which I struggle to find the words,
And now as I dive into absurdity feet first, I wondered why I never did so before,
I am free, my mind liberated, as the words flow unlike they previously had, now so much more.
YOU ARE READING
words kept close and spoken in the dark [POETRY - Completed]
General FictionMATURE THEMES THROUGHOUT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. A collection of my best written prose pieces, some inspired by existing fiction, some original. [COMPLETED]