Yesterday,
I was in a different universe.
At first,
I wasn't sure
if it was better
than the one I had just left.
But then they were there.
People
that aren't me
with thoughts
that aren't mine
and
somehow
it all stayed
in a place
I only remember myelf residing.
Then I fell in love.
First
little by little
and then
suddenly
I was submerged
like
tip-toeing in frigid air
before
jumping
into a lake
that's even colder.
Exhilirating.
Then
I found myself
crying
and smiling
and seething
for emotions
that weren't mine
or even
meant for me
specifically.
And my soul
shivering
and raw
and exposed,
this soul of mine,
It flew.
And I felt
this wholeness
which is odd
since I was being
cut apart.
Extraordinary.
And with a fleeting movement,
I awoke
regained that other type of sense
and realized
I was back
in my own universe
in my own life.
My heart screamed in pain
wanting
and yearning
to go back
even if I never really existed there.
Yet
I smile
and give a satisfied sigh
since
I didn't regret a thing.
Embellished.
What a beautiful thing
it is
to read a book.
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Feathers: A Book of Poetry
PoetryA pencil is the spotlight of a soul. It tells them its okay to overflow. It tells them ideas are art, and that the best ones are masterpieces. Feathers is a collection of poetry by me to convey the beauty and undeniable strife of the world, and emot...