Intoxicating uneasiness,
Standing on
strange earth,
Trembling with
envy on foreign mud,
Towards my awful
wonder,
My guilt laughing
mockingly,
Surrounded by
pale kings and queens,
Drenched in water
and blood,
Waiting to be
soothed,
Rage rising as I lose
my right mind,
My patience
ending surprisingly calm,
With my hearts
thumping sound,
As its company
the soaring sky,
I glide with
honesty pouring out my pores,
So as my
eagerness to see familiarity,
As my drive to be
enveloped with comfort,
I inject the sense
of knowledge once again,
A binding spell
makes me thrive towards thus lonely place,
Ironically with
solitude unlikely welcomed,
Where books await
impatiently to be read,
I inhale dust and
magic coming back to reality,
Words of fire and
thunder rung un my ears,
Bringing me sense
of momentarily silence,
Shelter of my
thoughts, from impenetrable fantasy,
Finding safety
within the mind that is not my own.
Gabriela Barrera The fool
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