a dark skinned boy and i speak
to each other of this planet.
we speak of travels and
he asks me what it is
that i search for
on my journey.
i absorb this question calm-collectively but reply
with leaping excitement: SOUL, i say:
definitely soul!
yes, there are voices coming through the walls.
this is a community, like it
or not.
NOT
befallen to those unkind
with a glitch
in the eye.
often mine are damp. not of
sorrow but of the haze
at lurk behind.
i am becoming this life!
the thing about this world
is letting your soul feel every emotion
interacting with everything
to find experience
and sometimes: thrusting yourself
against the wind.
this is a calm collected.
this is the reflection
of an itch.
i am about to undertake
the great world.
i behold my ideals
thinking things yet to happen
as memories. instilling these thoughts as reality
that i may will them into existence, and,
that my ultimate ideal
is a kind world.
like a lady she may fall you
the hard way.
like a lady she may seem pure
but repress with painful circumstance.
i must find charm,
let her do good to me.
find only sincerity
in my companionship
cutting into my soul,
revealing the adventures and
the passions
it so deeply desires
and manifesting them
all.
sway me, wind.
enhance my damp eyes.
put me on,
put me in my soul: i will discover
everything.
behind the windsheild i sit in the passengers seat and navigate.
click here to speak to me.