I try to reflect and feel nothing
I try to feel and feel nothing
or maybe this is all a feeling
I feel myself swallow
I feel myself writing
I see the pencil moving
I feel my thoughts coming together
No specific direction
I look at animals in zoos and am infuriated they are kept in boxes, categories, used for show until they are old or have run out of tricks.
I can't help but feel like one.
Or wish I had an excuse for my not knowing and not feeling because I would be considered an "animal" a "beast"
As if beasts aren't the main things we should let free.
Without the beast what would be left of me ?
One seed in a garden of roses.
I will bloom everyday.
For love is what will be felt always.