I am born
A blindfold before my eyes
Seeing nothing, only black
But keep following the path of life
When I take my blindfold off
A world of color unfolds
Before me lays a red thread
Connected to my thumb
I stop
The thread doesn't follow the path
The path I was previously walking on
It takes a sharp turn left
That doesn't look quite right
But it feels still rather familiar
Fuck another decision
Haven't I made enough?
Haven't I lost enough?
Fine.
I turn left
YOU ARE READING
Things I write
PoesíaSometimes I write things down and I've decided to share those things here. Don't expect too much tho...
