otromismo

Getting to know you; A page of self-expression Continues the book.

Our little white lies And the darkness of our truth Both betray the gray.

Stepping across days And sleeping under the nights, I live the hours.

I'm a couchsurfer ... And gliding these tides of time Is a drifting me.

Allow art to breathe This cultural oxygen As we breathe in art.

It's life's irony: Knowing sunrise is sunset As the clouds cover.

No one could tell me This nom-nom-nom-nom nonsense It would be nonstop.

We're just human film As if life were a movie Going through our scenes.

I'm interviewing Every day from face to face, As I see mirrors.

Watching people sleep Reminds you of this something, Giving you these dreams.

Dreams do spill over Cascading over others, As we fall to dream.

We humans love clothes... But we know, hanging on threads We're flimsy as fuck.

I've made some mistakes... And my errors have wandered... For trial is truth.

Before dead letters And after living colors... The inspiration.

Behind smug logic, An unclear cleverness shows Holy emotion.

Much more than a force, Naturally necessary: This thing, gravity.

These burning moments Flaming from this fluid life Flicker as we speak.