Bound for the arctic reality,
I abandon the warmth
of my heavenly delusions
with eyes still as ice
and a tropical smile.
Beyond this body -
a frigid, judgmental world.
Within this body -
a warm, safe world.
Yet, my soul's restless to escape.
Offering my open hand in...
I see your tropical smile, dear Daniel, and I take the hand you reach out. I cultivate a kind of unicorn vision of this world that makes me stubbornly believe in the good core of every human being and in the possibility of a peaceful and non-judgmental world. You did a great job here!
A flower of imperfection, I am,
waning with the passing seasons.
Springtime flowerets budding
to summertime flowering.
This fall time senescence
to wintertime death.
Black flower of psychosis,
withering in bloom and beauty withering.
The season of fresh hallucinations
is indeed upon me!
I see your tropical smile, dear Daniel, and I take the hand you reach out. I cultivate a kind of unicorn vision of this world that makes me stubbornly believe in the good core of every human being and in the possibility of a peaceful and non-judgmental world. You did a great job here!