Feral
it’s a mess
my nighttime’s thoughts are undressed
in a time where the sun hasn’t set yet
am i insane or deranged
or have my selves just not met?

i’ll sit under this tree for a while
underneath the jasmines as they fall on my head in piles
i’ll then keep walking for a few more miles
until i reach something
far away from regret
something that’s not set yet
it’ll bring me to tears
because i don’t know if i’ll reach it in a few months or many years
the unknown is a sadist
and enjoys its distress on me
he’ll say i made this
so you can never give in to your egos plea