I will find somewhere my life\u2019s story
\nflung in the bushes.
\nA rock without any form but being a rock.
\nFrom that I can construct
\nthe flesh and blood of sorrow,
\nthe flash of laughter
\nfrom the quartz face of a star.
\nAll part of revelation,
\nlove at first sight,
\na falcon I saw sweep through the sky
\njust now,
\naimless fear fluffing its feathers
\nin my thoughts.
\nTaking a vitamin for communion,
\nand saying I\u2019m sorry for poking God
\nwhere it hurts.<\/p>\n
I used to have a philosophy,
\nbut changing its water everyday
\nbecame a chore.
\nSo I drift, I waffle,
\nI overeat and fast,
\nand tell myself,
\nlife is a gigantic sob
\nand shout of joy,
\nfor all the impossible love
\nshowered on me,
\nand a voice inside saying
\nit loves me, it loves me not,
\nit loves me, it loves me not,
\nit loves me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I will find somewhere my life\u2019s story flung in the bushes. A rock without any form but being a rock. From that I can construct…<\/p>\n