You know.
A tennis ball that
keeps you tight
until your hands are sore
will definitely hurt longer
than you slowly release
the ball to the ground;
Letting the ball rolls
wherever it goes
while the pain in the hand
slowly disappears
and is forgotten.
The question is,
what other types of balls
will come to you
and do they have
the same impact
and solution?
I see them
With motion,
With emotion.
Like a normal,
Masking the abnormal.
I see them
In confusion
About expressions.
The temporal seduction.
Suddenly,
They make love
With the illusion,
The depression.
Now, I’m talking to you.
In this moment of making lies.
I am talking to you.
What is being alive?
Death.
The beginning,
My pristine,
Kisses the ashen sea.
Feels everything.
I am blackening.
I am drowning.
Yet,
A long-time
Fathom
Whiten the sea
Slowly.
My awakening.
I am not pristine.
I am cleansed.
With all my trust,
my sweat,
my lust,
and my sacrifice.
I create you.
With all my choices,
my likes,
my knowledge,
and my tracks.
I should name you.
With all my love,
my days,
my nights,
and my life.
I will always…
Always…
You are in constructed loops.
The anxiety is a top-notch dish you eat every breaks.
A distraction.
A manipulation.
Just to escape temporarily.
In the name of satisfaction.
New People.
New Expression.
New Philosophy.
New Ideology.
New Trust.
New Happiness.
New Smile.
New Experiences.
You are King and Queen of time.
Until
You get used to it.
You are yawning
about the roller coaster,
about the mistakes,
about the goodness,
about everything,
realising you are really in constructed loops.
I am sitting in the park and the past suddenly come,
hugging me,
talking to me.
I am not alone.
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