Recollecting myself
with a clear mind
and skin of holograph;
patterns from a different planet
only to be described
in dreams after a high.
Yeah, I'm trying to get there,
and to the planet from which
it originated.
I'm trying to stay afloat
but I can't even make the dark out;
that's how deep it's been cut.
I gotta entertain myself,
find a pleasure,
but not aiming for the last resort, no.
Stuck in a shoebox?
I have more fun while subconscious.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
