I look into the river and see myself in reflection. Colorfast but unstable, I move helplessly in it’s flow. I am constantly being moved and changed,
I am all alone in this tragic story of ours, you left me without saying a word
Dear self, I know you're thankful Not only for the blessings you have But also for still standing and fighting Trusting that what you started You will surely finish it.
Here, I am at the center of attraction. I am a beautiful woman in the place. I don't need to study from time to time. I don't need to think about my family. What I only need to do is to relax, think of what I wanted to do and imagine how my life will go on in my own fantasy.
In the middle of all chaos, humdrum and disparity Yet slowly learning The secret art Of turning myself into who I have always wanted to be.
Every part of my body is paying the price for whatever happened, all while I thought I was sleeping. Sleep now doesn’t seem to be a precious commodity when it comes time to face it tonight.
Solitude and Social Special and Crucial Multiple or can be Dual I wish I could heal.
When I said I feel like shopping carts, I didn't mean How slick they are, glazed with rain in the cart bank Or the hours they spend overflowing with bounty; I didn't mean how nested they are with the rest, Glinting metal aligned with golden dawn.