the sunlight is momentary,
but the shadow is eternal.
i am a grain lost in the desert,
a speck lost in the conflagration.
to which i don't call a home,
is however mine in the utmost insignificance.
and i wonder where i belong.
and i wonder how i belong.
life's my devil
with its impetuous twists.
and death's my enchantress
with promising bliss.
unseen voices guileful,
yet i am thoroughly convinced.
what are you,
i know not of.
or a supreme being of my hell?
mine shall follow
when the journey ends
at my pretty, pretty rainbow.
when will the colours not stop at 7,
when will the bow turn
the other way round?
the weather being snide with me.
high-waisted notebooks and suede boxes.
cardboard shoes and acrylic socks.
walmart of insanities.
we are talking verbs.
new footing in the state of mind.
new bouncing in and out of.....undefined realm.
there's nothing much left to explore.
what do we do now.
Resignation; both ways to apply.