Why I write
all we did was make eye contact.
but in that instant
between my blink and her smile
she convinced me I was the one chosen to decipher this complex situation.
She gave me two options
I could either keep my heart caged In this simulated prison
Constructed by a baby face bow and arrow baring idol. Chasing and immature love created by a child.
Or take the hand of loves apostles believe in the impossible
diving into the matrix where my love and I will forever be adjacent.
Adjusting to a reality without limitations
ripping the blinds off my eyes to admire the shine illuminated by the stars aligned
inspiration for me to write a whole poem
from just a single poetic line.
Love is a reason y
or how I
I know the sadness of a joker
And why every day he lays layers upon layers of purity's paint to mask his true emotions
"Preys" for physical freedom like a activist
Multiple attempts to exit into
Eternity turned into practices
Evolving the jokers body into one of Basquiat canvases
Demented figures forging fantasy
Carnival colors covering the conclaves for the voices that are constantly after him
Blinded by the spite
Defeated by his own will and might
glorified by his own guilt that rises during the temptations of the night.
reintroducing wrist to knife
just to feel a presence
I write to be the voice for love and depression
the two strongest emotions I have ever committed.
That is why I write