Distorted Realities



what is it that you see?

a shadow sneaking behind me,
trying to hit me in the soul,
steal my blood and laugh

it is just the black tree top
moving on the wind
turn around and greet
there is nothing to fear

what is it that you hear?

birds eating the eyes of tomorrow
and mice running underneath
running away from the water
rising up to their throats

it is just the sea
throwing itself on the rocks
making a foam
open your eyes and look
let it be

what is it that you feel?


how so?

I don’t know

It is not fear
it is you
trying to say
it is going to be okey

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photo by Mathew MacQuarrie on Unsplash

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