One step, and I’ve entered two parts of Asia. I am lost. It is in my intuition to share my cluelessness to find clues, and scavenge the place where I belong. This is where I don’t want to be. I must find my land.
Enter a station of shower thoughts… hit repeat.
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incognito
some bring down the faints like we didn’t swim through the waters
we’re figures
we’re fixtures
we’re molding into the waters
atlantic or not
we’re drifting, we’ve adapted into the same species
same scars
same nose
thick hair
courage on high
hospitality
and such
genetic indifference, alleles by my side
but still, we cannot decipher our strands, still sailing
in the same water you’ve disowned me in
planted, rafting around these towns
you prayed for my downfall
so you could explore the world, experience the trueness that society holds
not piecing me in images, but i’m sure we wouldn’t relate
we’re too different, too alike
we’re a family,
yet you’ve huddled in the lyrics of sins
i’m sinking in beliefs but the roots have fallen, twisted
couldn’t pull myself up
it’s so easy to merge,
but finally finding the urge to simply let this in:
i live braided by the wind
i’m searching through the waters
trying to connect
we’re telepathically related, but still cannot express
trust me, it has become hard to decipher
what will happen next
