comfortable chaos
Where are you right now?
He waves is hand in front of my face
a sweet settle motion
his eyes warm and waiting,
but I don't know what to say...
I don't even know the answer
where am I?
This place feels so devoid of order
this comfortable chaos in which ive regressed
I cannot tell whether you put me here,
or I dove in...
you were right this is a game
I created it alone
to try to win is sisyphean
and the time has come for me to go home
This poem is about:
Me