Poems from hlouie.onyo
Crazy
is the neon to the pastel,
the saffron to the pepper,
the awake to the sleeping.
Crazy
is the fire you want to contain in a pit,
so...
soft eyes
blurred
with ambiguity
and
desperate
desperate...
hide quietly enough
and maybe just maybe
you can creep up
on your thoughts
ambush them
and...
the space
between
our hearts
could...
Why
do we exist
in riddles
floating
around
like space
people
...