and I feel like that sometimes,

like my mind is comprised of multiple boats sailing in different directions across the sea.

I’m still trying to figure out why my thoughts are gliding on open water.

My view is from the clouds, but how much sky must I go through to get to the sea?

Draw lines across the sea for me so I can see them from the clouds.

My anxiety is at an all-time high, new lands, new experiences.

But I should take a bite in case it disappears.

I exhale - part asleep - part awake – that moment of tranquillity.

Most importantly I want my own words, I want my own song, I want to write my own story.

But a season of predicted turbulence occurs.

Instead, I’ll make something for you.

If I do so, how will you feel? Will you take it and do something with it?

To find balance I must follow the flowers and wherever they stop I’ll curate a path.

So don’t draw me looking sad and paint me like you don’t love me.

You want to learn about me?

 I’ll put on a show, and it doesn’t matter if only three people attend.

“Come closer”

Does that make you uncomfortable?

“When there are only three people, everywhere is the front seat.”

and I feel like that sometimes

as I soar into chromatic holes.

You’re never really in the dark when you have the lights of the city.