Windmills that turn in space
Shooting stars tearing through the boredom of a stillborn adulthood
I lost faith in 1,000 terrestrial expectations
Owning a home
Owning a mind
Owning the ability to rationalize
And they wonder
Wonder at my hesitancy
Not here first
Not the green ambition once dawning on the face of a young girl
Seasick with how it all turned out
This grand disappointment
This betrayal of self
I compare my years of singleness to Vietnam.
Meanwhile you laugh and see not singleness….but insanity.
I spend so much time just dissecting the taste of the air
Normalcy. Breaking even with existence. Just don’t be abnormal. Don’t buck tradition.
Slack right through into the only sensible place to plant an unplantable creature.
If life for them is made up of clocks, schedules, explanations from point a to b.
There is no place for me.
Down the drips on skyscraper planes. Vast across the surface of the sky.
I’m here. I’m grown up finally.
I’m blocks of all your misconceptions.
Hidden, buried, crammed.