Life is beautiful
My mouth is dry, my eyes blank ,my brows creased
This is what I'm doing, feeling
I'm confused
Words I write have stopped ,
my thoughts are mixed
There is so much I want to write that I have no words
I'm overwhelmed
This experience is just like the day I met my old friend
I had so much to say but I didn't
She had changed and so had I
She was not the person I had conversations with
She was covered in something I could not peel off ,
she was masked in white powder, her pimples hidden her scars painted....
I am disappointed to loose her,
Im crying for no cause,
she is dead I can say this now
The honey dripping from her mouth is sweet and fragrant
Nothing like the way she used to talk,
I miss her rawness
I m confused
Words are trapped cause vulnerability is taking toll on my hands
The idea of this book was a dream of an infant
But it is being written by a bigger, hidden and closed off version of that Infant
I'm afraid of skinning a layer of soberness over my crazy self
So today I write for myself,
So today I will start to fight,
The layer we call beauty,
The life we call beautiful
Today I change.....
