It was a precipitating cocktail
of wishes
that I drank from,
eyes closed,
ears closed,
nose closed-
apical of everything!
I drown from my own
mouthwatering.
Joy, fear, bitterness
and
pure hopes,
I taste them all!
I feel them,
know them,
indeed
I am them!
Explosions dance before me,
whispers in my eardrums,
rainy days in my nose.
One droplet from this endless
cocktail,
and I am muted of life,
on the highest of highs,
never will I fall,
but never
will I return
to my little home.
10.5.14
Lilly S.
:)
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Drowsy
PoetryThe Sleep Trilogy. Book one: Drowsy (complete), Book two: Catharsis (ongoing), are both collected here. About sleepy feelings, sharp moments.
