recognition

those sitcom parodies sounded very nostalgic

my source of happiness, derived from the contentment of decoding messages

topped by the familiar extremes of simple indulgence

of sodium packets and capitalized coffee chains



today I sit on a rather different realm, creating different experiences

it has nothing to do with lessons, since each page

is a brand new breed that writes his own column

long live - doesn't lead you to a goal



I can't help but to not be absorbed by the after effects

consequences I once hand painted

they glided through air, without my control

as I sat firmly on the ground, my roots retained



I am then in love of myself, the more comfortable of my own skin

darkness prevails

as I smiled and

butterflies

The morning I woke to you

my hand cupped on your shoulder

you sleep like a gentle gaint

breathing through your calmest nodes

             you never liked the sun too bright

I absorb,


as I take pride in your happiness





I remember how you kissed my forehead

manifesting the actions of love

onto a new found subject

skillful, you were


walls fall apart

I forgot of how to speak





that morning

our fields overlapped

you picked a flower from the ground

one that I told you about

hence one that I resemble in your faded shades


I wonder how much it came with a meaning

I wonder where they stood



pass and present juxtaposed with a tinge of newness

rebuilt, as we forget



I cannot recall

how nonsensical your speech sounded

before we get to move on to our preferred, comfortable zones








it then came back,

a dried, well kept flower

with a load of memories

recovered, like singing in the woods

I wondered again

how much was it traded for

to be again, manifested as a symbol of distinction



maybe that is what you were out for

and maybe, I was out roaming to be killed