I’m sinking in this sea, writhing, trying so hard to get free. Every vector point Spins the web of consciousness Leaning back, into technology I could be trapped. Covered by the sea foam Clinging, I’ve nowhere to call home.
How are we supposed to feel secure, when we continue to make sure that we’re separate from the whole. I did not jump up with my fist in the air and yell, Yeah! Like any good American would. Actually I snapped the picture, I thought it’d look cool for the blog, and during the rattling…
Hiding Spots (Haiku) In the Park (Tanka)
In the park we found so many trails, diverging and converging all over again. There were so many special hiding spots which we made our own, though, I knew that other kids, families, newly dating couples, did the exact same countless times before us. Hiding spot under Twisted branches and broad leaves Small stream trickling…