Aug 23
Am I?
This emptiness
that fills every boundary
between myself
and this earth,
too distant from my edges.
Am I?
A blind painter
who paints his life
with colors unknown to him.
I am.*
The spit upon the mirror,
wetting the words
of the man who stares back,
screaming...
with his familiar voice.
This emptiness
that fills every boundary
between myself
and this earth,
too distant from my edges.
Am I?
A blind painter
who paints his life
with colors unknown to him.
I am.*
The spit upon the mirror,
wetting the words
of the man who stares back,
screaming...
with his familiar voice.
