An observation

by christycelia

creamy skies
burying us & melting
burying us & melting

commonalities don’t make it any easier
to cope.

listening to the words spoken around you
waiting to speak
into bicycle spokes
everyone else’s monologues
are spinning spinning
in front of your face
you puff out little phrases –
a leaky tire.

what are lines anyway.
guidelines. you are stubborn.
you know not your flaws.
you love, but what
over all else? the pre-blazed path
which you have trotted along.