Bathing in discomforts. An outstanding crisis. Life
becomes research. I have wondered if
“I love you” is more powerful than “I
forgive you.”
Millions of lightbulbs—seas suffused with un-identification—the lands
have long been a mystery. Urged to
squiggle,
through loops, alongside crevices, most impoverished
adolescence. Soft noon Spanish; laughing has been painful; those days looking
into her
crying smile.
Life has Africa & Europe, Precious & Colors, love
& logic. Many will fly. More will
wrestle. Lies will progress.
Sternness as a kiss, deterrent head colds, feelings
shift into storms. How has passion increased? When wondering why, attributes
come
rushing in tides.
I have wondered if love is as powerful as lust. If time is critical? I
have wondered if parents stay in souls.
