This poem is about how things can trigger my insanity, which results in chasing / snapping on a person til my burning eyes, full of rage “kill” that person
Things might be happening at a slower pace. I might not be the horse of some derby race. It might even seem, I’m standing very still, I could be taking 2 forward & 1 backward step. Learning the old things in a harder & newer way, knowing the newer things in a cooler way. I’m quite certain, I moving every moment steadily.
It’s the first time, I’ve used a part of the excerpt of my last poem “Surrender”, as it resonates so much with my present.
It’s like knowing the perfect recipe to heal, but keep struggling to cook it to perfection, is what I truly feel. The pictures on my real & tainted screen, keep changing from shallow to the deep, before everything explodes with just a simple breeze, where I loose my patience & forget how to evenly breathe, it’s just not the same story on auto-repeat. This is what happening in real life to me, this is how I these days actually live.
How things can change from one moment to other, how mood swings can affect one another, when the eyes see a different form, a different picture. How the loud screams can’t be heard when the peace moves away, even further.