Thoughts
Like bruising whimpering coals
Spontaneously rip the spongy matter
My brain swells and blackens
Blinded and tied tightly
Slowly suffocating
But sweetly caramelizing all the same
The hands of wise old father time dance
Helping stagnating but healing wounds
I seek comfort in others
Soothed with invisible elastoplasts
The antiseptic stings
One day I deeply know
The darkness and ashes will remain
The path however will unfold
Disentangling this web of confusion
One day I dream of
A jewel, abundantly opulent
Sparkling rubies flaming in the sunlight
New opportunities
The comforting fruits grabbed riper
Tastier with salt aftertaste
Like tears trickling into a deep waterfall
Only to drown and dissolve
