scrap one

you know you're sick
when you start planting seeds in the palm of your hands
and nothing ever happens.
only rotten plants grow up
and you eat them
and you get even more sick.



i don't want to be sick.
i don't want to be.
bury me alive instead and perhaps
i'll grow up, in the palm of your hands
and i'll be not rotten,
but free. i'll be not a plant
but a bird



and if i happen to be too heavy to fly
the ocean shall allow me to sink
in the depths
of itself.


of you.

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

Wonderfully written. Sad and poignant, with the hope of rebirth. Thank you for sharing this.

[Jéssica Fernande..]

so beautiful, yet powerful. wow.

[Iolanda Oliveira]

i found it beautiful... congrats ^^'

[Distant horizons]

A beautifully written sad and heartfelt write.

[Harmonica winds]

I really enjoyed this read, i found it intriguing and pondering : )