Honestly!

I feel stuck in a stuffed box, baffled, bewildered, confused.

I call upon the universe: Which path do I follow? But I am a master of none.

My soul feels tethered to a body I no longer recognize, or am even sure I ever had.

Transforming my moon into a sunless sky, shifting and molding the heavens above or beneath us.

I want to wake up to a cotton candy sky.

Dance with the raindrops, dressed in white.

The pathos of freedom, an emotion long forgotten, is what I long for.

I don’t know who you are, but I miss you.

Sometimes, I stare into the void just to catch it staring back, its morbid, vigorous laugh echoing.

A mockingbird on the horizon, mocking me.

Hey! I know I have a big-ass smile and smell like sunshine and lavender, but don’t be fooled.

It’s just a facade, a shield for the darkness that sits comfortably within me.

But I’ve made peace with my old friend.

Anyway, now I’m off to eat pancakes.