Knotted
I map your idiosyncrasies with my finger on a dark sky.
I map your idiosyncrasies with my finger on a dark sky
and they glow against the cosmos,
above vast, pointed silhouettes.
Glass blue eyes smile through mine
and I can see your mind.
Warm breath against my ear,
these soporific whispers.
And the rigid knots in my shoelaces
finally loosen.
They’d been there for years,
now untied.
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Henry Richmond
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PERCEIVE
I remember as a child growing up, I always look forward to night times where I could go to bed, close my eyes and imagine things. Every night was a continuation from where I left before dozing off the previous night. I imagined all kinds of things that I even created a vision board without realizing it. I imagined myself as someone from a particular family, having a certain skin tone and hair color and going to places with my parents. I remember cutting out pictures from magazines and sticking them onto one of my exercise books dedicated for that purpose. It was enjoyable doing it and I loved it! I don't know when I stopped and why I did. But that was my world of being a child, free from worries and stress, free in my mind, free to create an imaginary world where I found my excitement in. Now if you ask me to tap into this child in me and redo those things, the experience would be different. I would look forward to night times so I can get good night rest.
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)about 8 hours ago in Chapters
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