La Pura Neta

filled with air floating within never feeling despair everything tumbles- some get picked up and some get up. i used to gaze at my shoes, now i dream of the sky you are the shooting star that ignited my life. the lonesome piano keys the distorted strumming, hollow beating the sun lighting where is our thrill? words twisted and re-formed to suspicion fearful of thoughts fed by thy own frustration seeping through hatred swallowing the burst the crier suppressing the dreams. empty streams, dry and disapeer our breath becomes the waves hands touching air feeling thoughts unspoken dry, moist repeat.

my monkey, my child i've heard you beside my gut and my tripe beneath my heart, engulfed by my soul did you take something given to you? unwilling, unknown may i have a piece back? may i wish for it? would it cause emptiness? i'm empty my dreams are empty space a void so fulfilling i wish not to return does this cause alarm? my darling, my love as you grow you leave me may i go? may i leave?

pitter, patter pitter, patter help me discover what are your stars what are your thoughts what is that sound your heart, your lung do you see the movement the ticking of time every time i try to feel free are your actions based on mine?

spilled splashed me On my fingers, on its tips can it disguise me? can it engulf the identity that I no longer be? it feels safe and warm but i see vast fields, i wish not to go i want to turn, retrace my steps but where did the road go? did it ever lead anywhere? did it mean a pit-stop, a chill? i miss its vibration against the inside of my skin the spell it cast of never-ending unknown my learning, not yours