Go East.

I wonder
If this is a journey
And endless sigh
The voyager of the deep sea
Crawling on the bottom of his thoughts
Pretending like a chameleon with a diamond skin
Solid rock of a prismatic nature and the shape of an orchid
Polymorphous body, aerobic language and the lips of a blue dream
A wanderer onto the seed of a sequoia with an infinite fractal in the pupil
The dandelion flies free around the warm and moisture air that carries your fragrance
The first ache came to me after some pattern recalls the letters of your name
And it is preposterous hurtful and also meaningless if you think about it
Some delusional poems, my signature, rubric made of salt
Yearnings trapped between noisiness and doubts
The need of you and your morbid curiosity
Rediscovering my greyish smile
There’s no balance
I wonder.