Colima to Mar Vista
In the blue black
3am light
Eyes not really seeing
My body full of sight
I
Put one foot forward
And turn my head back
It's like a sudden rush of headwind
It's like a crystal glass has cracked
A multitude of definitions
Reeling through my mind
A sudden lack of sound
Call this feat a crime
I
Trust my intuition
The things I sense
Might be
But
My intuition
Is
Just as afraid as me
Tumbling into
Unknown waters
I'm
Only who I am
I stretch out a hand and hope
That in the blue black
3am light
I might
Just find
Another hand
- sarah[inprogress]
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