The earth must be round,
for this life is an endless cycle
I sleep and I wake up
I wander in confusion
I observe with bewilderment
Is this an interrogation or examination?
Silently, I am revolving around orbits of misfortune
I spin into exhaustion
But through it all, there are stars of love
that burn in our chests and keep us alive
People who are like the sun
that keep our souls warm and one
Things that speed up the adrenaline in our bodies
Dreams made up of galaxies
Marks that remind us of the universe
Soulmates, art, emotions, madness
and things that remain hidden from us.
T.H