About my experience of the pandemic... It has been monthsnew seasons bornand left behind us. There are whispers nowrustling outside the windowI’m dreaming from. There is no capture ofthe tasty food waitingwhile I search for my angleto trap the peace foreverto seal those
blistered heartsdon’t fear just hurtstraddles don’t look like usroaming in the dustwe just have blisteredwild hungry hearts fires on the horizonconsume our nightstucked in by secret desireswe wish not to see the lightbut crave what we deserve to haveand thenwe
Shimmering gold and I’m dreaming still, my arms closing in like the jealous tide, won’t ever try to find a better shore where to stop by.
I never seem to get there to the point where my fingers reach the soft waters, the warm sand. I never seem to get close enough to dive deep into the sea and taste the salt on my lips.