marți, 3 iunie 2014

Silly

It feels so silly that I'm staying in the corner of my
mind, writing the words out of my hands,
being
afraid of myriapods,
that they are running the demons out 
of them,
that he is trying to cry the Pluto out
of him, but he doesn't know
he's kind of a beautiful place I would love 
to go to and just sit in a corner,
just like
now,
wondering about how silly the world can
be, how silly to be in the world,
but not actually being from
it,
to be asked then "Where are you from,
weirdo?", to answer easily and free
to say your home is Pluto, to say
you are from
it, to love
it, to believe 
it and not to think about how silly
it 
is anymore.

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