Write your emotions! –I hear.
All I can think of is pizza and ice,
or a kiss and a hand-shake,
vinegar and wine.
That doesn’t make any sense!
Why can’t I express myself coherently today?
All I imagine is passion under icy rain;
random sequences of vivid/lifeless vibes.
Neon lights blinking incessantly.
I open the glass door.
All I feel is the northern wind mixed
with warm air escaping confinement.
There is turbulence in the contrast.
I enter the balcony.
All I sense is a cold, misty utopia,
spiraling ’round me, like a lasting hug.
I am tired –will not fight.
my emotions are bewildered.