One singular many
in a delicious
kind of juxtaposition!
Much like my very merry
sweet and sour sauce,
I am on the prowl for those
words that seem diametrically
opposed to their own existence!
This is how it feels to be,
to exist upon
my favourite blue dot.
To contain
such vast swellings
of emotion,
but no real clue
on how to open
that release valve, in a safety
conscious manner.
Perhaps I monopolise this
page,
some kind of reflective passage,
or struggle,
to understand this brain?
My silence deafens.