Thursday, August 18, 2011

poem 13

"Resist nothing."

Where did that phrase come from?
Let it go.
Only go and don't laugh about it.
It's not a joke.

It's the ice-cream melting, it's the summer sun, it's the swimming that makes you high. is it?

It's the work of putting words on the paper, making a dance, playing a song.
It's the work of putting myself out there, though I'm not there yet.

No, I'm still here, I'm in my bubble waiting for something and when will it come?

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